Becoming an astronaut is a fairly romanticized career path, but there are a lot of less-than-romantic aspects to working 50 miles or more above the Earth’s surface. Case in point: just being in zero G makes the human body do all sorts of embarrassing things.
A new story from the New York Times exhaustively points out that living in space comes with all sorts of “bodily indignities” which should give even the most eager potential space explorer pause. It turns out, it’s not just deadly radiation or muscle loss due to weightlessness astronauts traveling to spots in our own solar system will have to put with:
In microgravity, however, the blood volume above your neck will most likely still be too high, at least for a while. This can affect the eyes and optic nerves, sometimes causing permanent vision problems for astronauts who stay in space for months, a condition called spaceflight-associated neuro-ocular syndrome. It also causes fluid to accumulate in nearby tissues, giving you a puffy face and congested sinuses. As with a bad cold, the process inhibits nerve endings in the nasal passages, meaning you can’t smell or taste very well. (The nose plays an important role in taste.) The I.S.S. galley is often stocked with wasabi and hot sauce.
These sensory deficits can be helpful in some respects, though, because the I.S.S. tends to smell like body odor or farts. You can’t shower, and microgravity prevents digestive gases from rising out of the stew of other juices in your stomach and intestines, making it hard to belch without barfing. Because the gas must exit somehow, the frequency and volume (metric and decibel) of flatulence increases.
Other metabolic processes are similarly disturbed. Urine adheres to the bladder wall rather than collecting at the base, where the growing pressure of liquid above the urethra usually alerts us when the organ is two-thirds full. “Thus, the bladder may reach maximum capacity before an urge is felt, at which point urination may happen suddenly and spontaneously,” according to “A Review of Challenges & Opportunities: Variable and Partial Gravity for Human Habitats in L.E.O.,” or low Earth orbit. This is a report that came out last year from the authors Ronke Olabisi, an associate professor of biomedical engineering at the University of California, Irvine, and Mae Jemison, a retired NASA astronaut. Sometimes the bladder fills but doesn’t empty, and astronauts need to catheterize themselves.
New York Times article (paywalled)
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What about our monthly friend, the period? For my wife.
Gooood question! Do the women astronauts have an option to use napkins/pads? I can't imagine that would work on space. Not all women can use tampons or find them comfortable, it's something that takes...acclimatization, let us say.
Yeah, I wonder about that too. I'm afraid the answer is going to be that the hygiene options on ISS are rather limited, as was the point of the original post.
Easy, NASA sends you up with one hundred tampons
There's even a song 😆
But yeah also see Odo's comment about missions not always ending when expected.
Everyone pokes fun at that number, but it was about planning for every possible scenario, including getting trapped in orbit for much longer than planned. Think about the astronauts stranded by Boeing right now. Should've been 1 week, and now it's looking like 8 months.
That is an absolutely insane situation in my opinion. I don't see how I wouldn't go crazy being trapped up there. But I suppose they're more likely to be okay with it if they're astronauts. Though I doubt it.
Why doubt? That’s outstanding! As an astronaut, they want to be in space and have been trained for space. If I were an astronaut I’d be frustrated at piddly one week trips and want to be up there with the big boys taking a full shift off planet (not that I have any idea)
I do agree to a point. I'd probably want more than one week. Just not quite 32 weeks.
Oh, there is so much more to the friend than having enough (made by the lowest bidder?) government-issued tampons. There's the digestive upset, the cramps, the inevitable leaks and the murderous rage when every pair of underwear you have is ruined. At least on Earth, I can do laundry.