It's funny the things you get embarrassed about. 3 months worth of loperamide? Nope.
Some stuff that's says 'nipple' on the outside of the box? Yup.
As I look the pharmacist in the eye. "I'm running. Lots of running. Yeah, chafing. From the running. Did a half marathon at the weekend. Running. Yeah."
The trip to the chemist meant no bleeding during this evening's run. Winning.
Well, at least no bleeding until I got out of the shower and dried myself with the towel too vigorously, taking the scabs off. D'oh.
