Gross out-- Not for the faint of heart

[Mental Magpie]

I've been debating adding this one since my surgery, but I guess given the squirrel puddles and the vomit and everything else, it's not too bad.

Please be warned though, it has to do with feminine times of the month, and what happens when you spend a lot of time...laying down. I'll leave some space so if you don't want to read it, you have time to get away! 



WHOOOOOA!  Softballs!?  Gease Louise!



I had had my period about 11 days before my laparoscopic surgery for my endometriosis and cyst, and was counting myself quite lucky for it. No having to worry, I could concentrate on healing!

Well, I found out that having my uterus manhandled to remove adhesions caused me to have a a FULL second period, withing the time I was in the hospital. Which was actually less than 24 hours. Except, I was in a reclined position for most of this time, so while I had an industrial diaper pad on, nothing was...moving.

You don't know humility until you're laying on your back, with two nurses between your legs, diaper pad pulled off and them pulling clots out of your hoo-haa.

After this, I was actually able to get up and move about, so I was able to go to the washroom and they moved on their own. Still passed two that were bigger than the size of softballs. OY!

[Midnight Kitty]

I had a similar surgery about 20 years ago.  I grew a fibroid tumor in my uterus that was putting pressure on my bladder.  I also had extensive endometriosis.  The doctor went in my belly button, lasered the endometriosis, but could not get to the fibroid tumor from the outside.  Then he tried going in the other way, from the inside, but again was not able to get to the fibroid tumor.  It turns out that the tumor grew inside the wall of my uterus, so he had to cut the uterine wall open to remove a 1-1/2 inch diameter fibroid tumor.

I had not had my monthly cycle before the surgery, but the surgeon told me not to worry about it because the surgery would throw my cycle off its schedule.  I was sent home the day after the surgery and my cramps started that night.  I could not believe how much it hurt.  There were stitches holding my uterus together and the menstrual cramps pulled on those stitches.  There's no way to control those muscles.

A couple years later, the same surgeon went in to laser out more of the endometriosis.  It was wrapped around my lower colon.  When I tried to go to the bathroom (#2), I nearly screamed from the pain.  The surgeon burnt the muscles that contract the lower colon and push the stool out.  I told him how it felt and he said it was in my head because it could only be a "slight sunburn."  I think he burned through the muscles because I never regained the use of the muscles that push stool out.  I never went back to that surgeon because he didn't admit that he did anything wrong and dismissed my ongoing complaint as if I was a hysterical teenager instead of a no-nonsense woman in her 40s who knows her body.  In fact, I never went back to an OB-GYN again.

[Diane AKA Traska]

Oooh, I hate "the pain is in your head".

YES, the pain is in my head.  It's interpreted by my BRAIN.  Which lives IN MY HEAD.  Pain, by *definition*, is in the head.  I can't take a doctor seriously who doesn't know that!

[Bluenomi]

I've been debating adding this one since my surgery, but I guess given the squirrel puddles and the vomit and everything else, it's not too bad.

Please be warned though, it has to do with feminine times of the month, and what happens when you spend a lot of time...laying down. I'll leave some space so if you don't want to read it, you have time to get away! 







I had had my period about 11 days before my laparoscopic surgery for my endometriosis and cyst, and was counting myself quite lucky for it. No having to worry, I could concentrate on healing!

Well, I found out that having my uterus manhandled to remove adhesions caused me to have a a FULL second period, withing the time I was in the hospital. Which was actually less than 24 hours. Except, I was in a reclined position for most of this time, so while I had an industrial diaper pad on, nothing was...moving.

You don't know humility until you're laying on your back, with two nurses between your legs, diaper pad pulled off and them pulling clots out of your hoo-haa.

After this, I was actually able to get up and move about, so I was able to go to the washroom and they moved on their own. Still passed two that were bigger than the size of softballs. OY!

I had a similar issue after giving birth. Got stuck lying down in bed for a good 15 hours after she was born, finally was able to get up stagger to the bathroom and swoosh! Everything that had been sitting came out all at once. Thank goodness the midwives are used to it cause the bathroom looked like a bloodbath.

[diesel_darlin]

Jack stand - 1

Me - 0.

It doesnt look that bad, but it is DEEP.

[purplebunny]

I've been debating adding this one since my surgery, but I guess given the squirrel puddles and the vomit and everything else, it's not too bad.

Please be warned though, it has to do with feminine times of the month, and what happens when you spend a lot of time...laying down. I'll leave some space so if you don't want to read it, you have time to get away! 







I had had my period about 11 days before my laparoscopic surgery for my endometriosis and cyst, and was counting myself quite lucky for it. No having to worry, I could concentrate on healing!

Well, I found out that having my uterus manhandled to remove adhesions caused me to have a a FULL second period, withing the time I was in the hospital. Which was actually less than 24 hours. Except, I was in a reclined position for most of this time, so while I had an industrial diaper pad on, nothing was...moving.

You don't know humility until you're laying on your back, with two nurses between your legs, diaper pad pulled off and them pulling clots out of your hoo-haa.

After this, I was actually able to get up and move about, so I was able to go to the washroom and they moved on their own. Still passed two that were bigger than the size of softballs. OY!

I had a post-partum hemorrhage after giving birth. Every time the nurses palpated my uterus I would shoot a softball sized clot across the room. My mom thought she was going to get hit with one of them!

[2littlemonkeys]

I've been debating adding this one since my surgery, but I guess given the squirrel puddles and the vomit and everything else, it's not too bad.

Please be warned though, it has to do with feminine times of the month, and what happens when you spend a lot of time...laying down. I'll leave some space so if you don't want to read it, you have time to get away! 







I had had my period about 11 days before my laparoscopic surgery for my endometriosis and cyst, and was counting myself quite lucky for it. No having to worry, I could concentrate on healing!

Well, I found out that having my uterus manhandled to remove adhesions caused me to have a a FULL second period, withing the time I was in the hospital. Which was actually less than 24 hours. Except, I was in a reclined position for most of this time, so while I had an industrial diaper pad on, nothing was...moving.

You don't know humility until you're laying on your back, with two nurses between your legs, diaper pad pulled off and them pulling clots out of your hoo-haa.

After this, I was actually able to get up and move about, so I was able to go to the washroom and they moved on their own. Still passed two that were bigger than the size of softballs. OY!

I had a similar issue after giving birth. Got stuck lying down in bed for a good 15 hours after she was born, finally was able to get up stagger to the bathroom and swoosh! Everything that had been sitting came out all at once. Thank goodness the midwives are used to it cause the bathroom looked like a bloodbath.

I had a similar experience.  It looked like a murder scene right out of CSI.

[CrochetFanatic]

Okay...this really is kind of gross.  And funny.  And...yeah, it's just weird. 

This morning, I took Daisy (our Boxer) out to do her business, and she did this weird hop with her back end and glanced over her shoulder.  I thought she stepped on a small clump of half-melted snow, and paid it no mind.  Then she did it again, only it was three hops, and she looked up at me as if to say "What the heck is back there?!"  So, I looked.  And, apparently, dogs can get "ladies issues" as well, because there was a whitish string of mucus, about an inch long, dangling from her hoo-hah.  I had to get it off with a leaf.  She scooted when we went back in, too.  I couldn't help it.  As grossed out as I was, I was laughing.  Fortunately, the vet says it's nothing to worry about.

[stitchygreyanonymouse]

My dog puked three different times in the span of 10 minutes at an hour I prefer to not even know exists (I think it was around 5am). That’s actually not the gross part, considering I managed to ninja a dirty towel underneath him all three times to catch it.

The gross part is that it seems like he threw up one other time while we humans were asleep—while he was in bed, under the covers, right between us. And we didn’t realize it until we woke up and had clearly rolled through it.

[mmswm]

I walked into my brother's room this morning to find it half paved in old, bloody band aids.  Boys are gross.

[2littlemonkeys]

My dog puked three different times in the span of 10 minutes at an hour I prefer to not even know exists (I think it was around 5am). That’s actually not the gross part, considering I managed to ninja a dirty towel underneath him all three times to catch it.

The gross part is that it seems like he threw up one other time while we humans were asleep—while he was in bed, under the covers, right between us. And we didn’t realize it until we woke up and had clearly rolled through it.

EEEEEWWWWWWW!!!!   

[Kimblee]

My Zoe-Kitty was "great with child" We were gonna get kittens and we were gonna get them SOON. (It was her first litter of three. In my defense I was about 11 and my mom should've gotten my darn cat fixed. I finally got a birthday check and got it done myself.)

But Zoe decided, rather than use the comfey box in the nice dark, secluded closet to have kittens, she would choose her own birth center... right in my crossed legs while I tried to watch TV. I looked down and told my mom "Umm... Zoe's butt is blowing a bubble." The bubble of course contained a kitten. Everytime I tried to put her down she would howl and claw her way back into my arms, kitten hanging out or not. So I finally resigned myself to holding a half-slimey (and the WORST half of her slimey) cat and putting her kittens on a towel spread out on the bed beside me.

Four kitten bubbles later (they all came out in a weird kitty-bubble that we had to pop with our fingers and peel away from the kitten. Zoe wanted nothing to do with kittens bubbles, but she liked kittens just fine.) we had a cute litter of five and Zoe finally allowed me to stop holding her and went to caring for her kittens. I complained about this experience to my mom (Who just thought it was funny.) and she promised that Zoe was just "new" to being a mommy and this wouldn't happen ever again.

It happened twice more. Same verse, same as first except the second time was three, and the thrid was TEN. Best birthday gift i ever gave myself was an escape from kitten bubbles.

[diesel_darlin]

My Zoe-Kitty was "great with child" We were gonna get kittens and we were gonna get them SOON. (It was her first litter of three. In my defense I was about 11 and my mom should've gotten my darn cat fixed. I finally got a birthday check and got it done myself.)

But Zoe decided, rather than use the comfey box in the nice dark, secluded closet to have kittens, she would choose her own birth center... right in my crossed legs while I tried to watch TV. I looked down and told my mom "Umm... Zoe's butt is blowing a bubble." The bubble of course contained a kitten. Everytime I tried to put her down she would howl and claw her way back into my arms, kitten hanging out or not. So I finally resigned myself to holding a half-slimey (and the WORST half of her slimey) cat and putting her kittens on a towel spread out on the bed beside me.

Four kitten bubbles later (they all came out in a weird kitty-bubble that we had to pop with our fingers and peel away from the kitten. Zoe wanted nothing to do with kittens bubbles, but she liked kittens just fine.) we had a cute litter of five and Zoe finally allowed me to stop holding her and went to caring for her kittens. I complained about this experience to my mom (Who just thought it was funny.) and she promised that Zoe was just "new" to being a mommy and this wouldn't happen ever again.

It happened twice more. Same verse, same as first except the second time was three, and the thrid was TEN. Best birthday gift i ever gave myself was an escape from kitten bubbles.

I lost it at kitten bubbles. 

We had a cat that appeared on my Grandmas back porch. Well little did we know that this cat came with baggage. She was pregnant. One morning she started meowing loudly and pacing back and forth. I was around your age I think, maybe 11. My younger sister starts looking at that cat and runs screaming through the house waking everyone up. "MOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM something is stuck in the cat's butt!" Our cat was nice enough not to deliver in anyone's lap, but she did deliver right in the middle of the living room floor.

[Mental Magpie]

My Zoe-Kitty was "great with child" We were gonna get kittens and we were gonna get them SOON. (It was her first litter of three. In my defense I was about 11 and my mom should've gotten my darn cat fixed. I finally got a birthday check and got it done myself.)

But Zoe decided, rather than use the comfey box in the nice dark, secluded closet to have kittens, she would choose her own birth center... right in my crossed legs while I tried to watch TV. I looked down and told my mom "Umm... Zoe's butt is blowing a bubble." The bubble of course contained a kitten. Everytime I tried to put her down she would howl and claw her way back into my arms, kitten hanging out or not. So I finally resigned myself to holding a half-slimey (and the WORST half of her slimey) cat and putting her kittens on a towel spread out on the bed beside me.

Four kitten bubbles later (they all came out in a weird kitty-bubble that we had to pop with our fingers and peel away from the kitten. Zoe wanted nothing to do with kittens bubbles, but she liked kittens just fine.) we had a cute litter of five and Zoe finally allowed me to stop holding her and went to caring for her kittens. I complained about this experience to my mom (Who just thought it was funny.) and she promised that Zoe was just "new" to being a mommy and this wouldn't happen ever again.

It happened twice more. Same verse, same as first except the second time was three, and the thrid was TEN. Best birthday gift i ever gave myself was an escape from kitten bubbles.

I'm hesitant to ask because I don't want to insult you...but now that you're older, you realize what those "kitten bubbles" are, right?  I feel like you were telling it as if you were 11 again, but at the same time...I don't know, I'm sorry if this is insulting.



My Great Pyrenees/Siberian Husky mix decided that she was going to give birth underneath my parents' queen four poster bed.  My mom had to work, my dad had to work, and it was about 0400 that she decided to go into labor.  My parents woke up me and said, "Talula is going into labor, go take care of her, you're not going to school today, and now we're going to sleep in your bed." in so many words.  I had to carry the mattresses out of the room and slowly/quietly take apart the bed frame so I could help her as she had just (less than a week before) had a titanium hit put in due to being run over by a car (she was sleeping under it in the shade and was too pregnant to get up quickly when the fellow started it).  She gave birth 6 out of 8 times with her head in my lap.

[oceanus]

Several years ago I got sick, really sick, and quickly pulled into the parking lot of a store, RAN inside, begged to use their employee restroom and someone pointed the way.  I just made it.  I'll let it go at that.