I’ve had 3 or 4 in my life on the shaft of my penis. Those hurt like hell to pop. The skin there is very, very strong. I have to try very hard not to pass out when one finally pops.
Sometimes I wish I didn’t. It’s an exceptionally tricky place to squeeze because it’s slippery, plus you have to hold a mirror and try to squeeze one handed with one foot on the counter while balancing precariously on the other. Zits there are very painful too.
In the nose or in the ear is also exceptionally tricky because of the higher pain factor, and the grip factor.
“Hey, baby, you didn’t used to be a squirter!”
Let me just say thank you here. I always thought that this only ever happend to me, and I never really asked anyone elses about it. (How do you bring that up over coffee? )
Oh, now, that’s just gross…
Suddenly my infected tear gland doesn’t sound at all that bad.
(Although it did give a particularly graphic meaning to “weeping pus”.)
This is what a spouse/SO is for. Over the years, I have popped or removed a gazillion blackheads, zits, and ingrown hairs from my husband. Unfortunately, he’s farsighted and not nearly as dextrous as I am, so he can’t return the favor.
I think I’d try blotting instead of wiping this week if I were you.
Oh, and pbbth, that is the sickest, funniest thing I’ve read all week.
This is not the worst thing. The WORST thing is when you get one of those giant ones on the center bottom of your scrotum.
First of all, it was too far back to reach no matter how I contorted. “Honey…I’ve kinda got this problem I need your help with…”
Second of all, I don’t have a low pain threshold. I get my cavities drilled with just topical anesthetic, etc…
But I screamed like a little girl. It felt like it took hours to squeeze it. Roaring in my ears, vision tinging red.
Then my wife says, “Hon, I don’t think this is all going to squeeze out today. We’re gonna have to bandage it up and try again tomorrow.”
It took FOUR DAYS of that.
I have a SO now, but I don’t think we are far enough along in our relationship yet for me to ask him to squeeze a pu**y zit. :eek:
Ooh, ouch, I’ve gotten those before and they are exceedingly painful. Sometimes they pop fairly easily and relatively painlessly, and sometimes you’re on the floor begging for anesthesia.
Now for some TMI…
One day I felt a tell-tale painful swelling and blindly reached to give it a squeeze. It popped without too much trouble, but instead of pus, there was a little red scab-looking thing on my finger. Hmmm. shrug So I did the normal wiping thing, only to see a LOT of blood on the paper. Naturally, I wiped again–STILL a lot of blood. In fact, it was running out of me fairly quickly. It took some time before I got it to stop, too.
Turns out that, rather than a pimple, I’d popped one of the tiny varicose veins that I’d acquired during pregnancy.
VAGINAL VERICOSE VEINS?!?!:eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:
I am adding this to the list of reasons why I don’t ever want to give birth.
Oh, no no no. Not vaginal varicose veins. That would be disgusting!
*Labial *varicose veins!
Women are delicate, tender butterflies. Women are tender, delicate butterflies. Women are tender, delica AUGH VAGINAL PIMPLE WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE :eek::eek::eek:
I’m married, and I’d never ask him to do it.
Some things are between a girl and her labia.
We women cyclists are prone to these labial zits. I’ll tell ya, there’s nothing like being ten miles out on a bike ride and suddenly realizing that:
a) A big one has just developed; and
b) You’ve got to sit on it on the bike saddle for ten more miles on the return trip.
It’s a new adventure in pain.
The last time I had a big one, I was having my period at the same time. I was using those plastic-sheathed tampons that have a star-shaped opening at the end. When I inserted it, one of the plastic “rays” of the star accidentally bent backwards, neatly stabbing the zit and bursting it. After I leaped into the air and shrieked like a nine-year-old girl, I realized the problem had been neatly taken care of. I did, however, wash with hot water and soap and apply a dab of neosporin.
What a gross story.
We’re people.
You know, just like you.
I used to date a girl who used that exact term for female genitalia!
Once some years back I discovered an infected ingrown hair in that delicate little spot right between my thigh and outer labia. It wasn’t one of those little irritations, either. Oh no. This was probably about pea sized. Though the idea makes me cringe, it would’ve been merciful if I’d accidentally opened it while shaving, which was when I discovered it. Instead I had to pop it.
:eek:
Remembering the pain still makes me feel a bit light headed. Good God.
This is what one of these is for. Easy zit/blackhead extraction with a minimum of fuss and “honey, can you come over here and help me?” to deal with.
Delicate tender nothin’. Being a woman isn’t for wimps.