by ButtCrack » 25 Mar 2012, 03:34
Hi all! This is my first post since I joined. I too have been frustrated by not being able to talk about what was making me so moody -- fine and happy one day, near tears the next day, cancelling get-togethers because I was "not doing very well today". How to explain why I couldn't sit and join someone for a coffee at a cafй when invited to? (Can't sit! Gotta lie down!) Why was I walking funny when yesterday i seemed ok? (Thought the darn thing was healing but ripped it open again this morning!) Why the heck did I keep changing positions every minute at the restaurant? (Because I'm trying to reduce the sharp-knife-in-the-backside sensation as best as I can to get through the dinner!)
My standard, in-a-pinch response is that I hurt my coccyx (tail-bone). I actually did, when I was 15, when my skateboard went flying out from under my feet. The pain is somewhat similar and the gestures made to avoid it are too.
Eventually, if it's someone I see regularly and who I know to be a sympathetic person (and not too squeamish), I go on to intimate that it is a bad case of hemmeroids (sp?). Most of my friends here are moms, and many have been afflicted with the darn things since or during their pregnancies.
And then there are the handful of people that I have confessed the truth to, generally because they were really concerned about me and how my life (and my behavior) has changed since this stupid thing began 7 months ago. I use lots of humour, get as graphic as they want and we laugh. Then I feel better, and they are reassured that I am not simply in a black-hole of untreated depression or that I have become a closet drug addict (that is, apart from the lidocaine, nitro-glycerine, pain relievers, ointments, stool softeners and suppositories!!!)
I am lucky in that I can talk freely with my parents about this, now that it has become a real health issue and not just a physical bother, and I have a wry and ironic 86 yr old aunt who has long regaled me with detailed stories of her constipation and bowel obstruction adventures. She is thrilled to partake of my tales of anal woes!
One last thing for this over-long post: I think it is important that we be able to speak freely to at least some trusted people about this, not only to alleviate our "shameful secret" but also to shed light on a not-too-uncommon condition. I found this site while desperately searching for help I couldn't find via my French doctors. The gallic shrug accompanying the "It'll heal one day" just wasn't doing it for me. What BLISS and JOY accompanied my relief at finding 1600 or so other people going through the same thing and talking about it in detail, with humour and sympathy, while actually offering useful information. I've yet to have someone respond to my confession with a, "Wow, you too? Have you tried _____?" but you never know!
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