...or bleeding piles...I'm still waiting for Siggy to mention seeping pustules....I guess she doesn't need to now.
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...or bleeding piles...I'm still waiting for Siggy to mention seeping pustules....I guess she doesn't need to now.
...or bleeding piles...
I had no idea. In Marine Corps boot camp, with all the marching and heel-pounding that we did, I developed a tissue issue that up to that point was as foreign to me as Bendii Syndrome. I ignored it. It was in the environment of the Marines, after all. Until my skivvies started getting red-stained, and I truly thought I'd developed a condition that might kill me.
Hi!
I went to look for a FUNNY image of bleeding piles (Piles, as in piles of things/objects ) to post.
Arghhh!
DO NOT, do not, Google "Images of bleeding piles"!!!!
Have mercy! I almost emesised!
Peace.
I had no idea. In Marine Corps boot camp, with all the marching and heel-pounding that we did, I developed a tissue issue that up to that point was as foreign to me as Bendii Syndrome. I ignored it. It was in the environment of the Marines, after all. Until my skivvies started getting red-stained, and I truly thought I'd developed a condition that might kill me.
I finally confided to the platoon commander, a great guy, and he threw me over to sick bay, where they gave me stuff that really didn't work and was kinda embarrassing to have in the squad bay where it could be seen by others. What did work were what they called sitz baths, which I'll call bum baths, because that's the only part you immersed, and it was in water so hot you felt sorry for lobsters. And within a few days, I was normal again. As normal as one can be in Marine Corps boot camp. Oorah.
The lasting memory, though, was telling the corpsman about my issue, and him telling me to assume the position, me doing so, then him telling me, okay, that's enough, and I looked back at him, and he looked ... not well, especially for a medical person who was trained to tie up battle wounds. I'm not going to click on Siggy-search to get an impression of what he might've seen.
Good grief, I do hack up the worst TMI in this forum than I've ever, ever written. Ever.
I'm a guy who takes a decade or two to warm up enough to swap hugs with someone. (I'm sure people sometimes wonder how we ever got kids.) My sense of self is not keeping up with the personal evolution going on here.In my "Constipation" thread, a most delightful and loved member posted something to the effect, " I guess we can now post/reply on a most personal matter. It's probably because we are so close and and comfortable with each other."
Cool, huh?
Peace.
I really hate to bring this up...
Coming soon! Siggy's Phlegm thread!By the way. I have been in this forum less than a month, and you guys have me talking about my genitals, episodes of vomit, and now my lower GI tract.
What the hell are you people doing to me?
Fine, fine, I like it here.
Snot funny, man.Coming soon! Siggy's Phlegm thread!
Snot funny, man.
Ahhhh.... sitz baths. Any mom who's had an episiotomy can understand the relief in those.
Tell me all about it sister. I'm quite jaded. I'm two beers into Monday night and a bubble bath is calling my name. Mayhap I'll wake up to a fabulous story from my friend, Sigmund, to start tomorrow. Tomorrow has got to be better. The child who caused that episiotomy of mine is driving me insane.Hi, Sweetness.
I totally understand.
When my OB was stitching me up I asked if he would be so kind to throw in some extra stitches in there! Kegals can only do so much. Ha!
(Pssst If you ever have the courage or feeling particularly warped...ask me about my best girlfriend and her horrifying-HORRIFYING!!! experience with her episiotomy. Have mercy!)
Hugs!
Peace.
Coming soon! Siggy's Phlegm thread!
I knew it.Hi, Handsome!
I actually do have some things to say about phlegm.
If I laugh too much, too long... I get a side-effect. Post-nasal drip! Ha! (I have no idea how or why. And if anyone does, I would appreciate it very much ! ) I'll start to hurmgh, and try mighty to clear my throat of that nasty azz PHLEGM!!!)
Peace.
(Ya'll leave me alone! I have to get to bed and go to sleep. I have to work tomorrow.)
I actually do have an episiotomy story. Delivery time, much faster than the all-knowing medical people wanted to believe, even though the experienced parents were telling them it would be fast. No one is around in the labor room (yes, they hadn't moved Mom to the delivery room, it was that fast, likewe
Mom and Dad had told them), and Dad has called out to the desk to say, "NOW, YOU MORONS!!!" and no one is there yet, Mom is being heroically controlled, but there's only so much you can do.
Dad is now watching the crowning, and looking around for a basket, or a catcher's mitt, or something, and saying, wellll, here we go, when the med team rushes in, the OB grabs the snips and does the epis without anesthetic, Mom is going, "Ow, ow," and if it hadn't been such an important and dramatic moment, Dad would've decked that doc. Bastard.
I'm a guy who takes a decade or two to warm up enough to swap hugs with someone. (I'm sure people sometimes wonder how we ever got kids.) My sense of self is not keeping up with the personal evolution going on here.
...oh now, it's sorta amucousing...Snot funny, man.