I've been having anal fissures on and off for probably a year now. I just hoped and prayed that it would go away on it's own. I mean I'm still afraid of it, but I guess I should at least talk about it, instead of rolling up in a ball and hiding in the corner.
So for a week or two, my #2 in the washroom was soft so it didn't tear anything, and my bottom was very happy.
But today, lo and behold, I went to the washroom, and oh my freaking God, I pushed so hard it hurt my bum, there was a blood on the toilet paper, and then I looked at the stool and it was hard and dry that it could have been a brick.
My stomach also felt in pain, but I'm not sure if it's just because I feel stressed out by the situation, or it's because it's just cramping from pushing a freaking brick out of it. I was scared, and I guess I spent some time alone in there wondering what to do.
When I left the washroom, I just bee lined straight to the computer.
I visited the doctor the like a month ago (in May) about it, and he set me up with a bowel specialist, but the appointment wasn't until September till I get a chance to see the specialist, but by then, it seemed like it healed by itself, so I decided it was best to cancel the appointment.
But then it returned today. My sad and itchy bum can't take this anymore!
Why must pooping be so difficult? All humans do is eat, sleep, and poop. Why can't life be as simple as this?
I'll eat things to soften the stool and see if that works.