First let me say that I've been a long-time visitor to this message board, and I'm really grateful for this community. I made an account to share my experience with others who are also suffering from this cursed affliction. After living with a chronic AF for over 2 years I finally decided to go through with surgery and had the dreaded LIS done on Friday morning (2/18/11). I have to admit, my fissure wasn't really so horrible most of the time — though some days I'd call in sick from all the pain. I had learned to manage my discomfort levels pretty well through diet, fiber supplements, my biffy, baths, and physical inactivity. Despite being manageable, my AF was definitely affecting my quality of life. It took a major toll on my fitness, willingness to travel, and love life. I'm going back to school this fall, so I decided it's time to take serious action.
Just a little background — I'm a 30-year-old guy, and I've been vegan for about 10 years. I work an office job. About a year ago I tried nitroglycerin, and it didn't seem to do anything for me. Last fall my doctor told me that I had developed a "skin bridge" across the fissure that would need to be surgically removed, so botox wasn't really an option. Prior to the surgery I did a sigmoidoscopy, and everything else seemed okay. My doctor didn't require me to take any laxatives or enemas the day before the LIS. I thought this seemed odd, but I was happy to comply.
Day 1: The surgery itself was actually not so bad, since I was out cold. When I woke up, I just felt pretty numb down there. I came home, took a long nap, ate some dinner, and went back to bed. I was able to walk around my apartment and didn't really feel much pain at all.
Day 2: I kept eating a fairly normal diet (though very high in fiber). About mid-day I started feeling kind of bloated, but my digestive system wasn't yet awake enough to move things along. Before bed I felt like I was going to burst from gas build up, so I sat on the toilet and nothing came out except my gauze packing. I experienced an unbearable amount of gas pain, but I couldn't even pass gas. It seemed like there was a thick turd blocking the exit. I had a hard time falling asleep from the gas pain.
Day 3: The gas bubbles continued to grow in my gut. Sitting on the toilet that morning yielded nothing tangible, and the sharp, stabbing gas pain was relentless. I was really worried that I was constipated and would have to visit the ER to clear out the backup. I got paranoid about putting more food in my body, so I nearly stopped eating. I took some MOM and laid in bed talking to the advice nurse for a while. I eventually figured out that if I laid on my back with my legs up on the wall, I could leak a little gas out, but it wasn't helping much. The advice nurse told me that he had once had a LIS done too, and it took him 7 days before his first BM. The thought of 4 more days seemed like a death sentence. That afternoon I couldn't take it anymore. Never in my life had I experienced this kind of pain. I felt trapped inside the pain and was getting claustrophobic. I went into the bathroom on a mission. I tried not to strain, but it was stuck. It was halfway in and halfway out and not willing to move either direction. Thankfully I had some latex gloves nearby and managed to coax it out. It was a pretty dark scene. I swear it was like giving birth (I don't know how you ladies do it!). The stool was a little thick at the start, but the rest was just chocolate slime. I was so relieved that I started laughing to myself! I felt some slight stinging pain at the surgery site but not so bad. An hour in the tub, and I felt almost no pain. My mood picked up instantly, and I resumed eating.
Day 4: I pooped in the morning. It was pretty uneventful, if not for a little blood. All day I ate high-fiber meals plus two doses of Citrucel and two docusate tablets (morning & night). Before bed I felt the urge again, so I sat down and pooped a little more. There was some blood, but nothing scary. And very little pain to speak of.
Day 5 (today): I woke up and had to poop pretty urgently this morning. I was surprised since I had just pooped about an hour before bed. This morning's BM was fairly robust but passed quickly and easily with a little blood at the beginning only. I did notice that a stitch had come loose. It was tangled in my butt hair. I wonder if it had popped loose (I didn't feel anything) or if it had already dissolved enough to come out. I couldn't tell from looking at it. Later in the afternoon, I was laying in bed and farted. It felt wet. I hopped up and went to the bathroom to check it out, and sure enough, there was blood. You know your life is in a weird place when farting blood isn't that big of a surprise. I sat down on the toilet and cleaned myself up. Then I changed the pad in my undies and decided to make a snack. I felt more gas coming on, but I told myself not to fear it. This time I was standing in the kitchen. I relaxed and let it slip out ... blood again! This happened to me two more times throughout the day. I'm trying not to freak out about the blood, but I'm wondering if this is okay. I don't feel cold or weak or light-headed or anything. It's hard to quantify the amount of blood, but it's definitely enough to splat around the toilet bowl and turn the water into cranberry juice. I keep having to pass gas (probably from all this fiber), but I'm worried that each time I do it's opening a wound. Did anybody else here experience much bleeding when not pooping? Could this have something to do with the stitch I lost? I called my doctor and left a message, but he didn't call back and now it's after office hours. I'll call him again in the morning if it's still an issue.
And that's where I'm at right now. I feel like I've been through the worst of it. Now it's just a matter of being diligent about my diet and keeping an eye on my backside. I'll try to keep you guys updated over the coming days.