Something about you that's TMI

Now my warning to you, in a TMIish vein… I had an IUD put in last year, and had the bleeding, spotting, along with incredible abdominal pain. A trans-vaginal ultrasound indicated nothing wrong. I put up with it for a year, it got to the point that I was ‘‘getting my period’’ every weekend (cramps, bleeding, emotional freakouts, etc.) I went to a new doctor and lo and behold, I wasn’t ‘‘getting my period.’’ My freakin’ cervix was bleeding and inflamed. For a YEAR. It was taken out immediately. I’m still recovering.

More TMI…

I have severe, severe, severe IBS and I have for years. It’s gotten so bad that I’m beginning to feel like I’m dying of intestinal cancer or something, without the actual legitimate diagnosis. The excruciating pain, humiliation and life disruption is all there. I imagine most folks don’t think of IBS as a real disease. It is fucking hell. I have to cancel my plans all the time. I tried to go the museum in New York City on four different weekends. The first weekend I got sick in New York City and had to come home. My Aunt had come all the way from Syracuse to go with me. Weekend ruined. The other three weekends I didn’t even make it out the door of my house. I’ve missed work because of it.

I tried to go to the bookstore tonight… had to head for home immediately. I was crying in the car because I didn’t think I was going to make it upstairs. I made it to the toilet just in time. I had to throw my coat and purse on the floor, but I made it. I am afraid to go anywhere if there is even the slightest inkling of a stomach upset. I must know where bathrooms are at all times.

One very humiliating time I was visiting a friend and I did not make it home in time and had to pull over on the side of the road and ruined my coat. I’ve had some tests run, I’ve changed my diet, taken up exercise, and while some of it helped, nothing makes it go away completely. It is such a horrible thing to suffer from because it’s taboo to discuss with anyone, so I just suffer alone. Maybe I will go back to the doctor and make them run more tests. I have completely given up on doctors helping me though.

I’ve told people I know that I have stomach issues, but never elaborated on how bad it is. It’s very bad. I fear I will have to live with it for the rest of my life.

For some reason that feels very good to get off my chest.

Here’s another one. I haven’t had sex in like three months. And that’s pretty typical. Mostly because I haven’t felt well enough to do it.

me too! I was actually thinking of starting a thread on this very subject (not mine in particular), but to see if I was the only one. Never understood all those morning sex people.
Sorry about the mini hijack. Carry on.

Btw, you people are disgusting!:eek:

:slight_smile:

Don’t get me wrong, I love morning sex! It’s just that it’s liable to last into the early afternoon for me.

** dawson ** morning sex is great if you don’t have to look at each other before a shower.

Or, indeed, kiss each other.

Am I the only one who doesn’t mind seeing and kissing my partner before a shower?

I’m not sure if I should be worried or not, as I generally don’t get a ton of symptoms with my period aside from bleeding, and that’s the only symptom I’ve currently got. It just hasn’t stopped yet, and it’s been about a month now, with signs of maybe stopping today (little to no blood last night), so maybe I’ll be in luck and not have to be constantly plugged up.

Hostile Dialect, I’m not bothered by it as long as neither of us smell or taste too funky. I do, however, feel bad if I feel like my mouth is coated in fur to be kissing my SO.

If you don’t have any pain, you’re probably okay. I had a lot of pain before we put the thing in so I wasn’t differentiating pain very well, and it made the situation harder for my doctors to diagnose. Lots of women have been very successful with IUDs. I just had a very bad experience and I’m still dealing with the consequences.

Nope, I have no problem with it myself, but it’s verboten for my girlfriend.

I have a problem with it, but because of my own insecurities, not because I’m not attracted to my husband before he showers. It’s more like I can’t get in the mood and be relaxed unless I’m positive that I am reflecting the best hygiene possible.

No, you’re not. Though my girlfriend will usually interrupt things at some point to claim the potty privilige and then, once she’s in there, will brush her teeth. Totally unnecessary as far as I’m concerned but it makes her feel better, so it’s fine with me.

Nope.

Seeing is no problem for either of us, but kissing just doesn’t happen. I wouldn’t have a problem with it, but my wife thinks it’s oogy to kiss before brushing her teeth, so we restrict our morning sex to everything except tongue-kissing. Kind of weird, actually, since we’ll use our tongues on every (yes, every) other part of each others’ bodies, whether it’s first thing in the morning or any other time of day or night, but our morninig-breath tongues shall never meet.

Why does it have to be an either/or thing? :wink: But, keep in mind, that was only one weekend worth of story.

Now I’m not sure if I should be proud or ashamed! :eek:

We were both in our last semester of college, and had put off all our humanity credits until the very end. It may have been a four page report about a Bic lighter, I don’t remember.

Wow, that sounds intolerable. You have my sympathies.

I know it’s a humiliating thing to have to consider, but what about getting some adult diapers? At the very least you wouldn’t ruin any more clothes, and it’d restore some freedom to go places.

I know if I were in your situation, I’d have watched Saturday Night Live’s faked ad for “Oops I Crapped My Pants” and thought, “THAT’S what I need!”

Nothing wrong with a little “multiple use” of resources. It also counts as recycling. Many narrow-minded conformists will beg to differ, of course. They are just being poopy-heads, IMHO.

  • “Jack”

If you feel that way then why not just eat the bogey yourself? That’s what I do (they taste great too).

Awhile back I developed a lump in the middle of my back. On the continued prodding of my wife I had a doctor look at it. The doc said not to worry, it wasn’t a cancerous tumor - in fact it was just a knot of fat or something.

Several months after that I got a massive zit right beside the lump. This thing was my own personal Mons Olympus. About a week into this thing’s existence it became rather painful when any kind of pressure was applied to it, even a shirt rubbing over it was uncomfortable. In an effort to relieve it I contorted my arm up behind my back and explosively decompressed the monster zit.

A great gob of fat, pus, and blood erupted from the resulting fissure and fell four feet to the bathroom floor. It hit with a heavy splat. Bloody goo leaked from it for a good twenty or thirty minutes before it slowed to a minor oozing, then finally scabbed over. I said to my wife, “Remember that lump on my back? Well, I just left it in the bathroom.”

Three cheers for Santo Rugger! Hip hip Horrraabgghgh!

Humanity credits? I think I spent all of those a long time ago… :smiley: