While on Guam, I became stressed, and that of course messed up my digestive system. I was constipated for about a week. When I finally went, I thought I had ripped something because the anal hole hurt bad. After a day or two, when it usually starts feeling better, it got worse. Over time, it got so bad that I couldn’t sit or lay down without crying. It hurt so bad. I went to the doctor and he found an internal anal fissure. He prescribed Vicodin and said it would get better.
Needless to say, it didn’t. I was in terrible pain. I even made the 12 hour flight to the states and another 12 back sitting and it just killed me. I went back to the doctor and they decided on surgery. I was desperate and didn’t care of the risks. Not to mention the depression making to where I really didn’t care. I had a friend drive me to the hospital. They placed a mask over my face and knocked me out. Of this I am grateful for. They flipped me over and did the surgery. I stayed for only a couple of hours after the surgery. They gave me morphine in the hospital and sent me on my way with more Vicodin. My friend picked me up and took me home. I was super woozy for the next 24 hours. But after that, the pain was completely gone. The surgery was a complete success.