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Post by lizzie on Apr 12, 2010 8:45:43 GMT -5
rinsed out milk cartons are pretty handy for putting wet or moist stuff in, too.
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Post by howardsgirlfriend on Apr 12, 2010 13:35:02 GMT -5
If you have access to cheap medical exam gloves, you can put one on, grab the pad, bunch it up, the pull the glove off over the pad, and tie it shut if desired. Great for odor control. Ditto on taking extra care where animals reside--I've learned the hard way! Other possibilities: wrap in TP and place inside a plastic bag, take it to your room, and discard whenever you leave the house. Any container with a tight-fitting lid could serve as a mini-trash can, until you get it out of the house. When I was a young teenager, and Mom used to buy the enormous boxes of "hospital-sized" pads, it was always the cutest boy in the store that bagged our groceries!
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Post by Chris on Apr 12, 2010 13:59:26 GMT -5
I used to double wrap mine. Here's what I did: I used Always pads and they have those neat covers so I'd rip off the old one, set it on my leg for just a sec, open the new one and then carefully roll up and wrap the old one in the cover thingy from the new one -- see what I mean? Then I'd wrap that it some toilet paper. I have a terribly sensitive nose and I never smelled them when wrapped that way. Uhh I hate the memories of those days because I had such heavy bleeding the last 5 years -- until I had my emergency hysterectomy A covered bathroom trash would really be cool but not always practical I know.
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Post by def6 on Apr 12, 2010 21:15:31 GMT -5
I would have a special waste paper basket with like a plastic Walmart bag(or other) to put pads that have been folded and wrapped with some toliet tissue. These should be fine untill you are done and then tie up the bag and out the door into the dumpster. I have been married 22 years and am honestly still modest about this with my own husband.
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Post by eagle on Apr 12, 2010 22:48:14 GMT -5
Def, I understand completely. When I was growing up, I had brothers, brothers and more brothers. It was just something I did not want 'noticed' by them or later by husbands or sons. Maybe it would have been different if I had grown up with sisters. But my mom and I were just outnumbered.
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