21 February 2008

Mystery Diagnosis, Part 1

OK, you know, I've been pretty cryptic. If you've been reading my blog on a regular basis, something fishy has been going on with my health as of late. I've confided in a couple of you about it but, the whole sordid story hasn't found a home on this blog. Until now.

See, here I detailed my U.T.I. over New Year, it was here that I talked about my sigmoidoscopy (count is now 7), here that I talked about my doctor wanting to perform surgery on my nethers, and here that I spoke of my lack of sleep (which has been a constant, even though the kids are sleeping through the night).

So now, dear readers, I will impart to you the "tale" of my seven-year-itch. No, this is not some wonderful wanna-be Marilyn Monroe movie during which time my dress gets blown up and you get a great view of my legs (thank God for that). Don't you wish. This is where I break all Grandma on you, but rather than tell you about my corns, bunions, and goiter, I tell you about...

my seven-year-ass-itch.
(Disclaimer for Supermom Kristi: I know I said I would clean up around here, and I have, but if I'm going to publish this sordid "tale" for all to read, I have to use the word ass, to sort of hide "behind" it. It gives the story a bit of humor for the fellow potty-mouths. I promise, I won't get any more nasty than this. Except for pointing out ass euphemisms like "tale/tail" or "behind." That I can't pass up, either.)

Yep, there. I typed it. I admit it. Freely and without embarrassment (see, there, did it again), my butt itched for seven. damn. years.

It was an off and on type of thing. Butt itches, apply Cortisone or Benadryl creams, itch goes away, all is well. A week later, repeat.

This, I could live with, until this past November.

As some of you may remember, in November, I had strep throat. As every girl out there knows, when you are prescribed an antibiotic, you eat yogurt to counteract the effects of said antibiotic. Why? To avoid a yeast infection of the nethers. Well, I forgot to do this and the itching went crazy. Like, I was trying rip the skin off my ass crazy. Like, I couldn't sleep because I was trying to rip off said skin due to an unavoidable, over-powering need to scratch. Like, I would also scratch at all hours of the day, hiding myself in closets and the garage so the kids couldn't see and try to emulate Mama.

So, in January, the emergency room doctor said, "Yeast! Pin worms!" Are you kidding me? I have worms!?! Like dogs sometimes get worms, worms? Rubbing their butt across the carpet worms? OMG! How nasty is that?!?! So, I took pin worm killer pills and yeast killer pills and figured I would stop itching.

Nope.

Bit by bit, I was losing my sanity, and my sleep. So, off I went to the OB/GYN who pulled the kids out of me, Dr. Friggin'. Dr. Friggin' said, "More yeast infection pills for you!"

Nope, that wasn't it, either.

I went back.

Dr. Friggin' then said, "Go see a GI doc and here's some hydrocortisone suppositories!"

OK, seriously. A gastrointestinal doctor? Are you shitting me? (Dude, I couldn't resist. Gastrointestinal doctor, shit, get it.... never mind.) And suppositories? The itching is on the outside, not inside. How are these gonna... whatever. I've tried every other remedy, why not this? At this point, the back of my toilet was already littered with Benadryl cream, Hydrocortisone cream, Lotrimin cream, Monistat cream, Desitin diaper rash cream, and Vaseline. Why not cortisone suppositories?

So, what happened next? Well, you'll just have to tune in tomorrow to see. Trust me, the story does get better, but no less heavy with butt imagery!

13 comments:

Military Mom said...

Man, that sounds like it sucks ASS! Sorry.

At least you have the humor to blog about it. You know we'll make you feel better, or at least make you laugh about it. Hope it gets better soon. Like ASS soon ASS possible...sorry again.

Me. Shutting up now.

Not Afraid to Use It said...

I know how this story ends, and I can't believe you are posting about it. I knew I loved you for a reason!

And who the hell is telling you to clean up this blog? Girl, don't you change a bit. We like you just how you are.

Dave2 said...

D'oh! A "too be continued" tale? Now I'm going to go to bed tonight wondering about your ass!

Hmmm... that didn't come out quite like I had planned...

creative-type dad said...

great....now my butt itches. Thanks.

Teri said...

You are indeed very brave, my girl!

Momma said...

As a fellow itcher (though in different locations), I commend you for coming clean. ;-)

It is cathartic (damn! I've used that word in comments twice today!) to get all of that out there, plus who knows who you might help in the process? As I have found out the hard way, medicine is not really a science, and if your doctor is not creative nor a good listener, he or she will misdiagnose all the time. There are no absolutes, even with illnesses for which a blood test, MRI, etc., should show something.

I hope that by this time you are doing better. I'm not sure I know how this ends...

Peace - D

Avitable said...

From a post about dick to a post about ass.

I don't think you should clean up anything - this blog belongs right in the gutter, with your mind!

Gypsy said...

Itchy ass syndrome? That bites! I hope there's a happy ending. Get it? Ending. Heh.

Shar said...

Hey... Heavy and butt go hand in hand for me. Ha.

I slay me.

Ahem... You poor itchy, assed thing. That is the pits. Seriously.

My heart goes out to you and your itchy arse.

Shar said...

Oh and what is with this cleaning up shit? Swear on... You can't portray good dark or twisted humor without it.

Coal Miner's Granddaughter said...

Military Mom - No, don't shut up! Keep going with the ass jokes! :-)

NATUI - Awwww, shucks. Thanks, hon!

Dave2 - Oooo, baby, dream about my itchy ass all you want!

Creative-type Dad - Glad to be of service!

Teri - Thanks, hon!

Momma - Trust me, it ends well!

Avitable - You know, I am such a gutter snipe! :-)

Gypsy - There is a great "ending" to all this, promise!

Shar - Love you!

Ok, Where Was I? said...

That totally sucks. The first time I found out about that whole antibiotic itch connection was actually only a couple years ago, but it was enough that I'm really feeling for ya now. I got strep when I was pregnant and thought, WTF is all this itching? Then a friend clued me in and looked at me like I was an idiot. So I went to Target to get some of that fem-itch stuff, and as luck would have it, it's in the aisle directly in front of the pharmacy, which meant everyone and their brother was in the aisle forming a line to drop off and pick up their scripts. Since I didn't know what I was looking for, I got to stand their searching the shelves, looking over and past people between me and the shelves and have them look at my eyes, look over to the shelf in the direction I'm looking, and then look down. That is the only time, even including condom buying, that I felt like five or six random strangers were thinking about my crotch and wondering what's wrong with it. Thanks for the memory.

Renée said...

this was really quite funny - sorry I'm sure an itchy butt totally sucks - but I'm laughing mine off over here.