I actually pondered for a bit between whether this was an open thing to blog about. But then, seeing that three out of four women experience vaginal thrush at least once in their lives I suppose its about time.

IT ITCHES LIKE MAD!!!

I will never ever glare at the next ugly guy who scratches his balls in public again. Ever. Having an itchy crotch is terribly uncomfortable, and try forcing your way around the corridors of the office plans, or trying very hard to keep your professional smile in place as you attempt to keep your fingers from prying into the secret folds of your lower body.

Yucks.

I probed our good resident pharmacist Fer for home remedies (didn't want to spread my legs wide at a strange panel doctor) and she messaged me about the yoghurt remedy.

'Stick a tampon in yoghurt and insert it up your vagina.'

Like. Ewww… that's pretty DISGUSTING, ey?

Then I told my senior editor about it, this nice lady who's old enough to be my mother, and she literally forced me to go see 'the nearest lady doctor'. This was when I was introduced to the concept of pessaries. Candistatin Vaginal Tablets. Yuckie kuaci-like yellow tablets that you push into that part of the body just before you head off to sleep.

Last night was a horror. Bad enough that it felt horribly uncomfortable having something stuck up there (I swear I'd rather sleep through the itch), but no one told me about the non-stop excreting of yellow mucus, as the tablet dissolved within me. And I've got to do this every single night for five nights in a row.

This is bad, bad, bad. I'll never look at bread and beer in the same way again. Yeast is such a horrible bacteria fungi fungus. Horrible.

*Eric is so going to kill me for posting this.*