Kim wrote:Actually, I would worry about the hard poos, NG. They can be devastating. I usually had no pain during BM, just the painful spasms afterward. But I still distinctly recall having to travel out of town for a weekend, so I skipped going for a day or two. When I did get home and went, it was sheer murder. I lay in the bed for two or three hours in agony.
Now, loose or mushy stools burned, but a truly hard stool set off the spasms like you wouldn't believe.
It is the middle ground you need to find, soft formed stools. And that is the holy grail few people an achieve (until, of course,their fissure heals, then they are all like that!)

Haha yeah don't get me wrong, I still fear the hard poos way more than the soft ones. The soft ones may leave me in discomfort for the rest of the day, but they exit the premises with relatively little resistance. I think it is indeed something about the acidic nature of the "poo water" that irritates the open fissure for hours afterward when soft poos are passed. The hard poos, I'll agree, are pretty much torture. I was never really successful at getting them all out, either, because once I passed one hard stool, I couldn't bear the thought of the agony of having to push another one out! The only weird thing for me is that I don't get the post-BM spasms as much with hard stools than with watery ones.
I feel somewhat comforted, though, that the stool softness balance is something that others also struggle with. It's a frustrating process. I've been trying to eat the same thing day after day so that I can keep as many variables in check as possible. You should have seen the grocery store checkout clerk's expression when I walked out of there today with pretty much their entire stock of catfish, salmon, and tilapia filets in my cart! It's fish and brown rice and bran cereal everyday until I get some kind of fissure resolution!!!
And yeah, it's weird how these problems only exist when there's a fissure around :) I remininsce about the days when I could order a big ol' plate of spicy fried food, down it with a couple pints of beer, then have coffee and desert and not have any fear of the consequences. Chronologically those days weren't too long ago, but mentally they seem like it was a different lifetime altogether. Then again, maybe years of that is how I ended up with this stupid fissure in the first place!