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Zen's avatar

I have hemorrhoids. There, I've said it. Share your experience with me and give me some tips?

Asked by Zen (7748points) September 11th, 2009

Why can we talk about aids and cancer but not hemorroids? I have a fissure which has been itching and burning. I finally went to a proctologist, who prescribed two ointments and baths and paraffin oil for a month, and then to see him again. From what I’ve read, there are many kinds and many treatments, natural and otherwise. What’s your hemorroid story?

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JLeslie's avatar

I think the problem is you are a man from what I can tell. Women have lots of stories to share, men seem not to talk about these things. I don’t have a hemorroid story of my own, but I am willing to bet you will have a lot of flutherites chiming in.

Zen's avatar

@JLeslie I am a man, hear me roar in pain.

hungryhungryhortence's avatar

Did your Dr. talk about a method of banding the hemorrhoid if the ointments and soaks don’t offer much relief? Hemorrhoids usually get worse, not better.

SpatzieLover's avatar

You should use the Prep H before and after you “go”. My experience? I GAVE birth!

Zen's avatar

@hungryhungryhortence He gave me the creams, told me to check with him after a month.

peyton_farquhar's avatar

I have no advice to offer, not having (or having had) hemorrhoids myself, but lurve for bravery to you.

Ansible1's avatar

Bite your lip and take it. Time is your only friend. And pray (are you a religous man?) that you don’t catch on fire, you don’t get attacked by zombies, or terrorists don’t try to bomb your building….anything that would require you to run…

RareDenver's avatar

First time I got an attack of the roids was after my last visit to Glastonbury Festival. Every other time I had managed to do the whole festival without going for a shit, this time though I just had to go. I got in the god awful toilet and tried my hardest to do my business as quick as possible, not an easy feat when you have been living on a solid diet of alcohol and drugs. Anyway, I didn’t notice anything till the next day, walking just felt a bit weird. It wasn’t till I got home that I noticed the proverbial grape. I got some cream for it and it went away in a couple days.

I’ve got it twice since but only internal roids and no way near as bad and both times after prolonged drinking/drug binges

autumn43's avatar

Tucks pads help – sometimes to leave one or two on the area to soothe it. And Motrin is supposed to help with inflammation. My father had a hemorrhoidectomy. He hasn’t had much a problem since and that was over 10 years ago. Also, if you don’t have to sit, lying on your side will take the pressure off of them. Obviously you probably shouldn’t do this at work. :0)

It isn’t a funny thing – they are literally a pain in the ass and if you never had one, you shouldn’t be laughing! I think it’s something those who have had them WOULD wish on those who think they are funny.

Les's avatar

Yep. Been there, it sucks. The super problem is is that once you start getting them, they can keep coming back. I always have a fresh supply of Tucks and Nupercanal ready to go. Also, I found that heating pads help a lot. Whenever you can, sit (or lie) down with a heating pad under your bottom and relax. Hope they get better soon!

dpworkin's avatar

They are a lot like BMWs – sooner or later every asshole gets one, and the things one can do are few and far between, but I do think that Witch Hazel wipes are actually soothing, and they are inexpensive when purchased generically. I personally found no benefit from Preparation H and its ilk.

Once I had a particularly bad case, and I have to say I was thankful for the inflatable donut on which to sit. Yes, it’s embarrassing, yes, it’s clumsy, but it really affords relief. I haven’t needed mine for years, but I still know just where in my closet it lives, because I would never hesitate to use it again.

I probably don’t have to mention stool softeners, but I will, just in case you hadn’t thought of it.

If I happen to think of anything else I will come back and post again. Good luck. Remember King Solomon’s ring: This Too Shall Pass.

rebbel's avatar

They are hell.
One thing it taught me is to go to the toilet regularly, as apposed to what i did when i was in my teens: hold it, for hours or even a day.
So, that helps (to avoid them).
Also eat grains and, well, all other stuff laxitive, but that’s no news.
I once had a roid that was as big as a pingpongball, or so i believed, and i could not do anything.
Not walk, not sit, not stand, not lying on my back, belly or sideways.
(Obviously) not sleep as well at all.
I told my girlfriend that i really rather be dead, that much pain i was in.
It was just the size of a dime, by the way, it only felt pingpong.
I feel so sorry for women giving birth, as i’ve heard that delivering babies is way worse (the pain that comes with it).

SpatzieLover's avatar

@rebbel And, after a woman delivers the baby (& sometimes during the pregnancy) she’ll often get a hemorrhoid.

RareDenver's avatar

@SpatzieLover life’s a bitch isn’t it

rebbel's avatar

@SpatzieLover Exactly.
Forgot to mention that.
Gosh, aren’t gals the real dudes.

autumn43's avatar

@rebbel – you got it, dude!

augustlan's avatar

<=========== Has had three children. Frequently suffers this condition.

Blondesjon's avatar

I have a buddy that had one that actually peeked out (a very serious condition that you should seek immediate treatment for).

He has no health insurance so he self medicated with a copious amount of beer and tried to remove it himself with a mirror and a pair of toenail clippers.

He says he doesn’t recommend it.

RareDenver's avatar

@Blondesjon I used to work with a guy that reckoned you could push them back up with a pencil, again, I wouldn’t recommend it.

vanhelsing's avatar

can’t pass [!! ] this inquiry up.
a person, goes to his doctor. Doc, I’ve got hemmoriohds. ok, take these, come back in two weeks. he comes back, and says “Doc, these pills didn’t do nothing!!” I’ve swallowed them as you said”. well, they’re suppositories, you don’t swallow ‘m”.
hey, a little humor helps the pain, ok?

vanhelsing's avatar

ok, this will curl your toes. ready?
The Great Concert Violinist “Issac Stern”, while getting ready to do a show in Isreal, with their symphony orchestra, had a bad case of them puppies. well, so happens, “High Holy Day” in Mecca was just beginning. well, hey, can’t have Issy not perform, right? so, the Muslim leader, asked every solitary visitor of the entire Muslim faith, for that time in space, to Pray for Issac Sterns “deal”. Just so he could play a Mozart Violin Concerto, in D.
he did, he rocked, [ledgendary!!!!!!!]
our bods are organic. we all got stuff going on, mostly, we never know what it is, or was.
“What ever happened to Preperation A thru G?”
hit it!!

gailcalled's avatar

An anal fissure is different from hemorrhoids. Solution for anal fissure is surgery. I’ll tell you how I know, if you’re interested. And I have a friend who just had surgery for his hemorrhoids, but they were bad.

Blondesjon's avatar

@gailcalled . . .Wasn’t Anal Fissure the girl that Joey Buttafuoco was fooling around with?

gailcalled's avatar

@Blondesjon: Have you been at the cooking sherry again?

Blondesjon's avatar

@gailcalled . . .No. Sherry is the voice of Lambchop.

Zen's avatar

@vanhelsing Welcome to fluther. Sorry this question has to be your first lurve. I hope it doesn’t cause you to associate fluther with roids.

To all my brave jellies, thanks for your tips and lurve. Many of you weren’t brave enough to “out” themselves here – but nevertheless wrote me in private with their tips and wishes. Thank you all so much.

Let the jokes begin.

Zuma's avatar

Every once in a while I get a bit constipated and the roids flare up for a few days. I bleed for a while, but usually its no big deal.

However, once when I was in prison I managed to tear myself open “down there.” Unfortunately, the working assumption regarding any kind of health complaint in prison is that you are just faking it. But, when the bleeding didn’t stop after a couple of days, I thought I better go to the nurse to see if I could get a note to stay in bed. I knew there was nothing she could really do about the bleeding but I was starting to feel light headed and I just wanted to lay down. Also, didn’t want to get stuck at bleeding at work and have to explain a pair of bloody boxer shorts when they strip search everybody on the way back.

If an officer sees blood on a towel or on the floor, he either freaks out and they lock everyone down, have everybody strip down to their shorts and the guards check everybody’s knuckles for fresh scabs. Or, they just shrug and think to themselves, “Oh the inmates are just killing each other again.” But bloody butts arouse a whole ‘nuther galaxy of concerns. And, of course, the last thing you want to do is turn up with a bloody butt in front of 20 your least-best buddies. Especially, if some of them already know you are gay. So, I decided to head things off and go see the nurse.

Normally it takes several days for them to process your medical complaint and send you a “ducat” (a kind of hall pass) to go see Mainline Medical. But, if you’re bleeding from the butt, for some reason, they waive you right on through. You would be surprised at the amount of stuff that ostensibly straight guys will pound into their butts just so they can have a little something to smoke. Naturally, even the best of plans sometimes go awry. So, on my way over I had to go through a strip search, since one of the main ways that contraband gets into the mainline is guys from the minimum security ranch where I was packing it in via keister.

Mainline Medical is always a madhouse. They keep us in a holding pen waiting for our turn to see one of the four nurses, who check your vital signs and take down your medical complaint as if this were the very first time you’ve encountered the White Man’s Medicine, or spoken to anyone about what ails you. About 4 times out of 7 they lose your original medical complaint forgot why they’ve sent for you. After they have misplaced and found your paperwork a couple of times, it usually takes them another half hour to 45 minutes to find your chart and figure out what to do next.

Fortunately, my situation wasn’t complicated. “I’m bleeding,” I told her. “Is it bad?” she asks? “Well, I dunno, it seemed bad enough to the nurse I talked to before.” “Okay, just a minute.” One of the doctors had wandered into the room and my nurse calls out to her across the room, “Hey, I got a guy here who says he is bleeding,” making it very clear that she’s gotten the memo that says you must never believe anything an inmate tells you. So the doctor hollers back to me, “So you’re bleeding?” “Yes” I say, with sad puppy dog eyes with all the earnestness I can muster. “From where?” she asks. ”Anally” I mumble. “From WHERE?” “From my ass.” “Can you show me?” By now, everyone in the room—four nurses, three inmates, two doctors and four guards are all looking at me intently waiting for my reply. “No, but by now blood has soaked through my pants.” “Okay,” she says, “send him back.”

I remember thinking to myself, “Man, if this is your drug-free America, I don’t want any part of it.”

It takes about an hour to get examined because there’s a guy with a broken arm guy with a stab wound, and a guy with alarmingly low blood pressure ahead of me. The fakers. Eventually, they have me get up on a metal table and I notice there are about four female not-quite-nurses medical staff hovering around looking busy but not doing anything in particular. I feel sort of like an old car that some neighborhood teenagers have jacked up on milk crates while they all stand around staring under the hood like they know what they are doing. I tell them, “I’m flattered by all the attention, but don’t you ladies have something else to do?” The doctor tells me to roll over on my side, and I realize that we are now coming to their favorite part—the main attraction, so to speak. They want to see my face when she slides her finger up my ass. I try not to look like I am enjoying it too much which, under the circumstances, isn’t too difficult.

“Yep,” she says matter-of-factly, “you’ve got some swelling going on down there. I’m going to give you some suppositories to help you out.” “Could I have some Metamucil too?” The real reason I wanted it, apart from the obvious, is that the jars make great waterproof containers for storing things like pencils and glasses. I had one before until it was declared “contraband” and confiscated. It seems that there is a rule against having things in containers other than their original contents. Its just one of thousands of bullshit rules they only seem to enforce when they want to be a dickhead for some reason.

It turns out that Metamucil is far too expensive to give out to prisoners nowadays, so they gave me some stool softener gel caps instead. She also gave me a two-week’s supply of suppositories, which is unheard of service. The usual way drugs are dispensed in prison is that the doctor sends the prescription to the pharmacy who, if they don’t lose it, sends it your way a couple of days later, and somebody gives it to you when they get around to it, when they’re in the mood.

Fortunately, they only pat me down on the way out. But, when I get back to the ranch I have to be strip searched on the way back in. Luckily, it is just me and a couple of guards. They grill me on where I’ve been and then they find my suppositories. “What are these?” “Blasting caps?” “What?” “Suppositories.” “What are those?” “They’re like little dildos; you stick em up your ass? Want me to show you? Drop your pants.” “Naw, thanks, I’m good.” We banter and pretend to flirt for a while then they send me on my way.

Finally! A chance to start those suppositories and get things “squared away,” if that makes any sense. I’ve been gone since 10 AM that morning and it is not around 5 PM, and I am really tired. I am also quite a mess down below. I discover its not so easy to peel the foil off a suppository when you are wearing rubber gloves. Plus, there are a bunch of guys taking a keen interest in what I’m doing. “What’s goin’ on there? What’d ya bring me? Is that the keister bunny I see?” “No, no. Nothing to see here, move along folks. Just some hemorrhoids.

Just then, this big greasy biker named “Sinner” (I kid you not) turns to me and says in a long thoughtful tooth-sucking drawl that reminds me of Abraham Lincoln, “You know, I’ve always found that hemorrhoids are a lot like little puppies. Sometimes you have to pet them a while before they want to come inside.”

Such are the strange intimacies of men in prison.

Zen's avatar

@Zuma I am, both because of the pain and also for your incredible story, giving you a standing ovation right now.

Les's avatar

@Zuma. Wow. Just wow. Standing ovation.

RareDenver's avatar

@Zen It always made me chuckle, there is a street in my wife’s home town, just off the main street opposite the Co-Op called

Hanging Royd Road

Can you really imagine living there?

Zen's avatar

@RareDenver I do live there.

Zen's avatar

Oh, and he gave me some Paraffin Oil (sp?) – one teaspoon before bed. It tastes a little bit better than motor oil.

JLeslie's avatar

@Zuma that was great.

evelyns_pet_zebra's avatar

Jesus Christ! who knew so many people would chime in on this question? Without reading everybody else’s replies, I can tell you that ‘hemmies’ are common in my family. My Dad eventually had the surgery, which sounds like a real good time (sarcasm)—not as much fun as @Zuma‘s story, but no picnic in the park either.

With me, they come, last a few weeks, and then heal up. Preperation H and not straining during BMs is how I deal with them. Anyone who says they never get better is either not sure what they are talking about, or has them way worse than I do.

Zuma's avatar

Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all week.

Zen's avatar

Just call me The Fissure King. I’ll be playing with my Fissure Price toys over there if you need me.

autumn43's avatar

I won’t say anything about a fissure cat I saw…

BBSDTfamily's avatar

Would I definitely have known it if I had ever had one?

Zen's avatar

@BBSDTfamily OH MY GOD YES YES YES! YOU WOULD FEEL LIKE A CAPITALIZATION Of YOUR PAIN.

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