Hello, everyone. I just wanted to introduce myself and let you all know how much solace and comfort this forum has brought me.
My name is William, and early last month, I had a gradual onset of knife-like pain while having BMs, as well as burning and extreme discomfort afterward. I went to a procto and he treated what he saw as engorged hemmies (injected them). About a week later, the BM pain subsided somewhat. But within days, it gradually returned, rising to a level that was almost beyond my ability to withstand. I got scared that I'd close my sphincter up and be unable to go, thus risking eventual fecal impaction.
Each BM became a horror, and the constant pain in between BMs fluctuated between "dull roar" and "oh my God, I can't even sit down". I called my procto, but all he said was that I needed to give the hemmie injections 6 weeks to fully work. It was pure agony at times.
By the end of September, I was in pretty bad shape, and fairly depressed. I was afraid to eat, because I was afraid to BM, and my depression took away my appetite such that this wasn't really hard to do. I'm overweight, but I know that eating 1 bowl of cereal for the whole day (for example) isn't good for you.
Finally, I decided to see a second procto, and he diagnosed an anal fissure, even though he could not see it. He gave me Diltiazem ointment to apply 3 times daily, and told me to get on a high fiber diet (which I had been on, more or less, since the hemmies were treated). By then, I was already eating very little, and all of it was high-fiber.
About a week into my regimen, I found this forum, and it gave me hope. Finally, during the second week, I noticed the pain was subsiding. I am now on my 4th pain-free day, and while I'm not ready to celebrate, I'm very hopefully that my AF was indeed acute, and is healing.
This experience has changed me. I am going to be a lot more careful about my fiber (and water!)intake. I'm pretty sure I remember when this tear happened. In late August, I had a really tough BM at my parents' house, after eating a lot of various foods the prior 2 days. I had to push like I was having a baby, and when it finally came out, I remember it burned, and I was breathing hard. At the time, I had actually become concerned that it would not fit through my anus and thus would be stuck inside me. I was relieved when it came out; but I had no idea the pain and suffering that awaited me a few days later. I'm pretty sure that's when I tore open that cursed AF.
Thank you all for being there and supporting one another. I will try to monitor this forum from time to time, to see how y'all are doing (and to keep myself reminded of the need to be vigilant in my anti-AF lifestyle changes).
Take care!
William P.
North Hollywood, CA