I read a story about liver pores and laughed so hard I cried!

I can't possibly understand the satisfied expressions on the faces of the actors in pornographic films. The excruciating pain of a doctor gently inserting their oiled fingers during hospitalization made me want to die! A few days ago, I had a delicious dog meat meal with some clients in a beautiful and charming place in Guiyang. Everything in the world seemed so wonderful. Little did I know that hell was beckoning me after the meal! This dog meat experience truly showed me one of the most painful surgeries in the world: hemorrhoidectomy! Enough rambling, let's get to the point! That afternoon, I was a little happy. A client thanked me for taking care of him and gave me a nice laptop for entertainment. As soon as I got back to the hotel, I couldn't wait to go online, install software, play games, watch movies—I sat there for hours. That evening, I suddenly had a stomachache. I rushed to the toilet and strained, wanting to get back to my laptop and chat with my girlfriend. I didn't feel anything at the time, just a slight burning sensation. Back in my chair, I sat for hours again! I'm a huge gamer, especially Dota, and I'm quite good at it! Without further ado, I suddenly felt something was wrong with my anus; it seemed much larger than usual. I quickly pulled down my pants and took a picture with my phone. The sight was utterly devastating: a ring of flesh, as thick as a finger, had grown around my anus, looking grotesque. Even a light touch was excruciating, like I was about to explode with pain. I felt like killing someone! Gradually, even without touching it, walking, sitting, or lying down was a nightmare of pain. At that moment, I was filled with rage. Why eat dog meat? Why play on my laptop? Spicy food and prolonged sitting are the darlings of hemorrhoids! I knew all this online, and I clung to the hope that soaking it in hot water would cure it. Little did I know—my tragic life was about to begin… I called a waiter for a basin, filled it with hot water, and sat down, soaking it for over ten minutes, but the pain only worsened. Ugh! At that moment, I felt all sorts of emotions—normal, antisocial, even murderous. How could I sleep with this pain? I couldn't help but curl up in agony, experiencing the desolate life of being alone, friendless, and tormented by pain. Tonight, Guiyang makes me weep. I finally fell asleep around 4 AM, feeling like I barely slept at all. I woke up in pain around 7 a.m., so frustrated! I immediately got up and stood up to find a lump stuck in my buttocks! It felt like the lump was getting bigger and bigger, and walking was excruciatingly painful! So I waddled out of the hotel like a penguin to find a pharmacy! I was afraid to take a taxi because of the vibrations! The pain was indescribable! Poor me, traveling alone on a business trip, I walked a long way, drenched in sweat, until I finally found the legendary pharmacy, almost collapsing from the pain! As soon as I entered the pharmacy, I asked the salesperson to recommend the best hemorrhoid medication, and ended up buying a huge bag to study later. I waddled back to the hotel and immediately applied the ointment all over my anus, and started taking the oral medication right away. Then I lay in bed waiting for the pain to subside.The pain kept getting worse, and when I touched my anus, it felt even bigger! I cursed the unscrupulous pharmaceutical companies in China for producing such garbage! So I washed my anus with hot water, lay in bed, and secretly cried out, "Oh my god!" I immediately called a distributor to come with me to the hospital! The distributor arrived faster than an ambulance! I'm so grateful to him; I'll refer to him as a friend in future articles! He immediately helped me to Guiyang City Hospital to register. A woman in her forties sat there asking what department I needed to go to! I was very embarrassed and said I had anal swelling! She glanced at me and said, "Come on Monday. The proctology department is closed on Saturdays and Sundays! Today's appointment time is past 8:00 AM to 10:00 AM!" My eyes went black! I asked why 8:00 AM to 10:00 AM! The woman glanced at me and said, "That's hospital policy!" Seriously! Such a ridiculous policy! I didn't want to argue because the pain was excruciating! My friend immediately suggested going to the provincial hospital, and without hesitation, we went straight there! Registration was successful! I breathed a sigh of relief! The provincial hospital is so much better! But then… when we got to the surgery department… So many people taking the exam! Looking inside, there's only one doctor. It's a provincial hospital! So many people seeing one doctor! Damn it! My friend suggested switching to a specialist, so I went to the specialist department. The nurse told me the specialist's appointment time was over. I didn't want to worry anymore, so I went back to the general ward and tried to slip a 100 yuan red envelope into my medical record to try and cut in line! The doctor professionally refused! I sighed deeply, two tears streaming down my face, feeling frustrated. I knew I'd be waiting all day and still not get my turn. I lamented the state of Chinese society... My friend then suggested the Second Affiliated Hospital of Guiyang Medical College, saying it was newly opened and not crowded! I rushed there immediately! The agony on the way there is best left unsaid! When I arrived at the Second Affiliated Hospital, they said there was no urology department, only surgery! The real pain at the Second Affiliated Hospital of Guiyang truly began! The doctor listened to my symptoms and told me to go to a small ward next door for examination. I was sure I'd get in. The doctor said to do a prone position, which was extremely awkward, exposing my anus. I was very embarrassed, being a rather shy person! The doctor put on gloves and examined the lump of flesh for several minutes. Every time he touched it, my whole body trembled. Finally, the doctor told me I needed surgery and to be hospitalized! I said I was on a business trip and could take medication to manage it? The doctor said, "Oh, you have prolapsed hemorrhoids. Unless we push the lump back into your anus..." I broke out in a cold sweat. Even touching it hurt; you wanted to force it back in? But I figured it was better to endure the pain now than later, so I gritted my teeth and agreed. The doctor said, "Bear with it." Then he pressed his fingers on the lump, and the pain was excruciating! Tears welled up in my eyes. The doctor pressed hard and pushed it into my anus! Ladies and gentlemen! Have you seen the scene in "A Chinese Odyssey" where Ng Man-tat helps Stephen Chow put out a fire on a bird? Man-tat jumps up and stomps on the bird. With that press and push from the doctor, my face immediately contorted, and I exhaled a breath of hot air, followed by a volcanic eruption, "Ah..." echoing throughout the hospital. The doctor then pressed down on the other side of the lump and pushed again. Instantly, tears streamed down my face, and I collapsed onto the hospital bed! I felt like I was about to faint, but I was still conscious. I made a faint sound saying, "No, don't press anymore!" The doctor said, "Lie down, it's already gone in quite a bit!" I steeled myself, lay back down, closed my eyes, and said, "Come on! So what if I die? At worst, a 'brilliant' person will die from hemorrhoids!" The doctor said, "Hold on," and then pushed the remaining hemorrhoids back into my anus with even more force! I don't want to talk about the pain anymore, because words can't describe the agony I felt! Finally, it was all gone… I took a deep breath and lamented the unfairness of fate… At this moment, I felt my anus was blocked by a lump of flesh! … … … … It felt a little better, but the doctor said surgery was still necessary! The hemorrhoids were very serious. I said, "Didn't it go back in?" The doctor said, "Even if it's gone back in, it can easily protrude again if the swelling doesn't go down." Oh my god! Thinking about the pain I just felt, I was scared! I asked if the surgery would hurt? The doctor said no. Sigh! I thought, "I guess I'll just have to get it cut open!" But I still held onto a sliver of hope, thinking that if the swelling went down and it didn't come out again... Damn it, before I could finish speaking, I felt the flesh inside my anus spring out with great elasticity! The pain made me grimace, and I hurriedly shouted that I needed surgery. I refused to believe that I couldn't get rid of a few hemorrhoids... So the doctor took me to the inpatient department, found me a bed, and said, "You lie down first. My friend went to handle the admission procedures, but he didn't have enough money, so he went to the company to get cash! Let him do his work first!" As I lay in bed imagining the horror of the surgery, a group of people stormed into my ward. I saw it was the doctor who had violated my anus, and I nodded without anger. The doctor introduced one of the slightly older ones, saying, "This is our vice president." I looked at him and didn't feel like he was an angel. The vice president said, "Take off your pants so I can see." It was another torture chamber position. Sigh! My anus had been seen all over. The president said, "Push it in one more time. Pushing it in will prevent infection!" What could I say? He had fallen in love with my anus, how could I refuse? I gritted my teeth and said, "Okay!" The president's movements became even more brutal, and the pain was indescribable. I was violated in the anus for the second time. I felt truly humiliated; my hair stood on end from the pain, and I was too weak to speak, so I just groaned a few times in bed! I was completely limp! The hospital director diagnosed me with grade four mixed hemorrhoids with prolapse, requiring immediate surgery to reduce the swelling. Same procedure, same diagnosis—why did they have to subject me to this pain a second time? I hate Guiyang, I hate Guiyang hospitals! Guiyang made me weep silently today… Just then, the phone rang! Another agent, knowing my situation, said, “This hospital won’t do.” The best hospital in Guiyang is the First Affiliated Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) Proctology Hospital! I already felt that hospitals were a bit chaotic these days, and I didn’t want to go back to another hospital and be subjected to this excruciating pain again, so I politely declined! But then he said he had also had this condition and had surgery there, and that it was very professional. Hearing that he had also had this experience, I immediately said I wanted to switch. The agent’s car arrived quickly! We cancelled the hospital admission and headed straight to the First Affiliated Hospital of TCM… The consultations were non-stop. In short, surgery was necessary, and the hospital stay would be around twenty days. The surgery, bowel movements, the first dressing change, and stitch removal were all excruciatingly painful, and it proved to be true! Finally arrived at the Department of Anorectal Surgery at the First Affiliated Hospital of Central China Medical Center. There were so many people with anal problems here, walking like penguins! Anyway, I finally found the main group… It was already past 7 PM! The attending doctor examined my anus and was about to suggest pushing it in, but I immediately said I was transferred from another hospital, and it had already been pushed twice before, but it came out on its own, so I was afraid to push it again! The doctor didn't force me, and applied some anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving ointment to my anus! They arranged for an extra bed in the corridor, and I paid a 3,000 yuan deposit. Sigh, although it's painful, I can bear it now! But the lump seems to be getting bigger, and it's very uncomfortable being squeezed between my buttocks! The doctor told me the swelling would subside in a few days, and the surgery would be next Tuesday. I reluctantly said "oh" and quietly fell asleep in extreme exhaustion! In my hazy state, I felt many people coming and going in the corridor at night… I woke up at 6 AM! Damn! People here get up so early! If your anus is so swollen, you should rest properly, why get up so early! All I heard was the nurses constantly calling out for the Chinese medicine injection! I hurriedly asked the nurse what Chinese medicine was, and she explained that it was for steaming and washing my buttocks. I immediately got some and put it in a basin. But then the problem arose: where could I steam and wash myself? There wasn't even a designated ward! The professional steam rooms were always packed. I ended up having my first steam wash in the men's restroom, and it did help a bit; the pain lessened considerably! Since my surgery wasn't until next Tuesday, I just stayed idly in the hospital. Later, I was transferred to a ward, and I brought my laptop, asked a friend to bring some movies and games, and spent the rest of the day lying in bed. You can't really go anywhere! I was on an IV drip almost all day. Then another patient with anal problems came to the ward. I asked him what was wrong, and he said anal fistula! What's anal fistula? He said it's when there's a hole next to the anus that allows you to poop. I was stunned. It seems there are a lot of butt problems. He was about my age, and having someone to chat with made things less boring! He scheduled my surgery for Tuesday mornings. The nurses here are all interns from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, and quite a few of them are pretty. We chatted with them to pass the time. My anus was still aching, but much better than yesterday! Then Monday arrived, and I knew the nightmare was about to begin… I'm quite afraid of pain, but I'm not a coward! Finally, Monday came. Early in the morning, the attending physician told us to eat a good lunch, as we would have an enema that evening. We couldn't even drink water after the enema. What is an enema?! I didn't know. At noon, I didn't dare eat anything except a bowl of noodles! These past few days have been all noodles! I really want to eat chili peppers! Anxiously, I waited until 8 pm. A nurse rushed in and said to clean my bottom in preparation for the enema. Oh no, a pretty young nurse giving me an enema! How am I supposed to face this?! She was a pretty young nurse. I didn't care, I cleaned my bottom first, and then went to the dressing room. My roommate was dressed first, and the nurse told me to take off my pants and lie on the bed! I shyly slipped out the door, only to hear a scream from inside, followed by the sound of someone scrambling out of bed and slamming the door. My roommate rushed to the bathroom without even saying goodbye. I was stunned. The nurse said, "Next!" I went in, pulled down my pants, lay on the bed, and they took a tube about the thickness of my middle finger and inserted it directly into my anus. I screamed, "Ouch!" The pain was excruciating! Immediately, a large amount of fluid rushed into my abdomen, making it increasingly bloated. Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore and said, "Enough! Enough!" The nurse slowly pulled the tube out. My anus clenched tightly, afraid of what would happen when the tube was pulled out… The real feeling of being anally violated! As soon as the tube was out, I jumped out of bed, dressed, grabbed some toilet paper, and rushed to the bathroom. Good heavens, this huge hospital only had three toilets! Holy crap, this is going to kill me…Finally, someone came out! I tested his speed by rushing to the toilet and relieving myself—actually, it was all medication; my anus was completely exposed! It was a mix of pain and pleasure, a rollercoaster of emotions, a complex experience. When I was almost done, I gave him two more shoves. I won't go into the details! I felt a bit humiliated by being anally violated by a pretty nurse, so I was too embarrassed to watch. I quietly slipped into the ward and lay down on the bed, thinking about my surgery tomorrow! Was the surgery scary? Would it hurt? Were there any dangers? A whole host of questions swirled in my mind! Then the nurse came in again, and I felt a pair of lecherous eyes staring at me, making me feel incredibly awkward. She then authoritatively told me to sign the contract! I looked at it and thought… it basically meant that if the surgery went wrong and I ended up with complications, I couldn't come to her. It was a draconian clause, and I had no choice but to sign the unequal treaty. Then I asked the nurse if the surgery would hurt. The nurse gave a strange smile and said, "You'll find out when you get there." I was furious! The two people in the next room with exposed anuses also signed! As soon as the nurse left, the two of us cursed society, the hospital, and the nurses, venting our frustrations before falling into a deep sleep! I knew tomorrow was my first time, so I had to be fully prepared… I woke up very early this morning! A younger nurse came to our room and said we needed to prepare for surgery. My heart tightened. I touched my anus and thought, “You have to hold on, it’s just a little bit of flesh being cut! Don’t be afraid.” Leaving the ward, both of us lit cigarettes simultaneously. The anxiety in my heart was indescribable. This time it wasn’t just anal stimulation, it was anal cutting! Finally, we arrived at the operating room! We walked into the operating hall, but the doors were tightly closed. My spirits plummeted. At the reception desk, I thought, “Is this where surgery is?” A bunch of nurses were chatting and eating breakfast, playing music on cheap phones, not even glancing at us. Then an older nurse came over and gave us an anesthesia contract to sign. It meant that they wouldn’t be responsible for any accidents during the anesthesia process, such as heart failure. This was hard to accept; it was another unequal agreement. The nurse then said we needed to pay a 2,000 yuan surgery deposit. I said, “Didn’t I already pay 3,000 yuan for hospitalization?” The nurse rudely said, "That's hospitalization, this is surgery. How the hell am I supposed to pay in surgical scrubs?" I asked if I could pay after the surgery, and she just waved her hand and left. I was so annoyed. I won't go into the details, but basically, after paying and getting the receipt, the older nurse told me to sit in the front and wait for the doctor. I was furious. What kind of lousy hospital is this, where money is everything? The nurses were still chatting and laughing, while I just couldn't help but smile wryly. Suddenly, a very bad thought flashed through my mind... These young nurses... well, they weren't really nurses. Their uniforms were different from the older nurses'. Could they be future doctors? A chill ran down my spine. Was I their guinea pig, to be exhibited on my anus? Before I could think any further, the attending physician came in strangely, wearing a mask. I looked at his eyes... no way! Could it be that kid who treated me, barely twenty-five years old? Even though I'm not that old, he's a doctor, he should at least have some air about him! I pointed, "It's you!" He seemed afraid I'd recognize him, his eyes darting around, and said, "Let's go into the operating room! You two together?" I hesitated, asking, "In one room?" He said yes! This… then he told the group of little sparrows to get ready and come in. My scalp tingled. A grand anal exhibition was about to begin, free to visit, guaranteed to be spectacular! Ugh, this was so hurtful to my self-esteem. At that moment, I felt a dull ache in my anus! It seemed to be filled with fear and dread! My two roommates with anal problems and I cautiously entered an operating room. There were two operating tables, it was very small, and the lights were deathly white. My heart was truly filled with inexplicable fear. This was the dividing line between hell and hell! A pretty nurse with big eyes wearing a mask said to me, "You go first!" I asked why the two with anal problems couldn't go first. The nurse said it was all the same. Then I nervously got onto the operating table, lay flat, and the nurse told me to spread my legs and put my feet on the footrests by the bed. Once my pants were off, I was completely exposed. Maybe I had been exposed so much by the nurses these past few days that I didn't feel ashamed anymore, but this position just felt… well, extremely awkward and depressing. The pretty nurse said that she would be giving me spinal anesthesia later, and the injection would be given directly into my lumbar spine. I was told not to move during the injection, otherwise the needle could easily break and get stuck in my lumbar spine, which would be a problem! ...I was terrified and said, "No way! It's impossible for me to stay still like this!" She said I had to endure any further movement, or I'd face the consequences. I was too weak to even move; I was completely terrified. Just then, the junior doctors came in, a whole row of them, and I was facing the operating table right in front of my anus. I really couldn't accept it, so I just ignored them. They weren't even ashamed; what was a man like me afraid of?! The anesthetic needle was brought over. Seriously?! Such a thick, long needle going straight into my lumbar spine? Are you kidding me?! I said irritably, "How can you stand it when this thing is stuck in your bone?" The doctor said, "If you can't stand it, you're ruined!" I really wanted to jump off the bed, shake my head, and just say, "I'm not playing with you guys anymore!" But then I thought about the pain I'd endured the past few days, and how many people could endure it, so I could too! ...That needle was many times thicker and many times longer than a regular needle... Once the pain made me move, or rather, my lumbar spine moved, the needle would stay inside my lumbar spine... I didn't actually sweat from the pain, but I was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. I looked at my two roommates who had anal sphincter issues; they were looking at me with incredibly complex expressions... but mostly with fear and terror... How was I supposed to face this anesthetic needle? The doctor seemed about to start! He told me I couldn't move no matter what. I joked with the doctor, saying, "Just knock me out with a stick!" The doctor and nurses chuckled. The doctor said, "Let's give him local anesthesia first!" I was ready to die lying there, whatever! The doctor took a small needle, like the one used for penicillin injections, and gave me a shot in my back. I didn't care about the minor pain. Then the nurse told me not to move again; they were going to inject my lumbar spine. The doctor then called a few more people to hold me down! My mom, who has a heart condition, was terrified. The local anesthesia was very effective. I felt something being inserted into my lower back, and then heard a slight sound of the needle hitting the bone. The anesthesia didn't seem to last long; my lumbar spine immediately felt very throbbing and painful. Did I want to move? I gritted my teeth, determined to endure it. The needle continued to penetrate deeper into my lumbar spine, and finally the nurse said it was fully inserted. I felt the doctor feeling around on the left and right, then they sealed the needle with tape and connected the IV bottle, ensuring that a large amount of medication flowed into my lumbar spine very quickly! The doctor helped me turn over to lie flat, and I immediately felt a chill on my back. The IV tube, close to my body, guided the anesthesia through the needle into my lumbar spine. It was done in just a few seconds. You can imagine how thick and long the needle was. I looked down at my anus, and he was right next to me, constantly being told not to move! What a tragedy! Then they put an oxygen mask and a heart monitor on me. After a few minutes, my legs, which were on the footrest, went numb up to my calves. The doctor took a needle and pricked my calves and thighs, asking where it hurt. I said it hurt the same way. The doctor left again. Because my anus was next to mine with needles inserted into my lumbar spine, I could clearly see the doctor forcefully inserting the needles. I felt a lingering fear and my lumbar spine ached. A few minutes later, the doctor came back with the needle to tease me, repeatedly teasing me until I couldn't feel anything in my inner thighs anymore! The doctor reached out, and I knew he was going to operate. I don't know if he was squatting or sitting, but after positioning the needle in my anus, he probed left and right, asking if I could feel anything. I said it was okay, I couldn't feel anything at all. My lower body was practically non-existent under the anesthesia. I casually touched my penis, and damn! I couldn't even feel my penis! It felt like touching a caterpillar. Although I didn't feel anything, I could still feel the doctor pushing and pulling on my anus, and I kept hearing the sound of the scalpel hitting flesh. I glanced at my two roommates with their anuses, and I looked at my doctor with an extremely terrified expression, as if he were acting like a Texas maniac. I looked at the young doctor next to me, who was still whispering and smiling! The doctors were indeed well-trained! The anesthesia seemed to be wearing off, and I could feel the scalpel hitting flesh again. The nurse with big eyes noticed my discomfort and immediately gave me more anesthesia, asking if I had any adverse reactions. I said I was fine! Actually, the surgery wasn't very painful, maybe because I have a lot of hemorrhoids, or maybe because the doctor was too young. Almost an hour later, I kept feeling the doctor pushing hard on my anus, making me move around—it was that kind of terrifying, bizarre scene. Finally, the doctor said it was done. I let out a sigh of relief, and the doctor's assistant slowly lowered my legs. I couldn't feel anything in my genitals! My doctor asked me how I was doing. I said I was okay. A surgical cart was wheeled over, and the doctor told me to get on it. How the hell am I supposed to get on it while I'm anesthetized? I told the doctor I'd have the strength to get on once the anesthesia wore off! The doctor smiled sheepishly, and two burly men lifted me onto the operating table, preparing to take me back to my ward. When I looked at the basin under the operating table, I regretted looking – so much blood! And disgusting strips of flesh! I couldn't bear to look at the surgery on my anus, so I closed my eyes and was wheeled to my ward… I thought I was finally free from this torment! Actually, the surgery was just the entrance to hell. The week after surgery was absolutely unforgettable. I'm a little sleepy today, but I'll continue tomorrow! Finally, I lay on my own hospital bed, and my lower body gradually regained some sensation. The recovery process was strange, like my lower body was slowly growing back. Then the doctor said not to move for eight hours, not to lift my head, otherwise I would have headaches as a sequela. I had to urinate within four hours to prevent uremia! Ah! Lying flat for eight hours, urinating within four hours? I told the nurse, "You told me not to move, but you also told me I had to urinate within four hours. This is so strange!"What's the difference between Ice saying "Don't move, hands up" and that? The girls were amused by me and said, "Find your own solution in bed!" I was speechless! Then my friend suggested buying a urinal! I thought, "Damn!" Making a brilliant and ambitious young man like me pee in bed is too much... oh well, dignity and reality must be respected. My friend went out to buy a urinal. The anesthesia gradually wore off, and the pain came on incredibly quickly. The wound, under the influence of the anesthesia, aggressively attacked my nerves, causing unbearable pain. To make matters worse, the long gauze inserted into my anus after the surgery made me feel an intense urge to urinate. To make matters worse, my kidneys felt like they were about to gush urine after the anesthesia wore off! The excruciating pain from the wound, the swelling pain in my anus, and the urge to urinate all combined, I frantically pounded the bed. The nurse rushed over, and I desperately cried out, "Goddess, give me the best painkiller!" Quickly! The nurse looked at me with a troubled expression and said, "The IV you're getting is just painkillers." I rudely retorted, "That's useless!" The nurse chimed in, "We have Demerol, but it's for nighttime use. It hurts more at night when it's quiet, and it's very addictive!" I was completely devastated. More painful at night? Seriously, is a simple surgery this painful? My anus was increasingly swollen, my buttocks were completely covered, and there were thick gauze strips stuffed inside. It seemed impossible to alleviate the pain in my anus and the wound. Urinating was the easiest thing to suffer from. I told the nurse I'd hold it in, but if it got too bad, I'd definitely need Demerol. Just then, my friend brought over a urinal. I hated it the moment I saw it; it meant I was helpless. Never mind! Quickly urinating was the most important thing. But the pain from urinating made me wonder why I was even human…? I put the urinal in bed so no one could see! I inserted my penis into the urinal opening! Ready to pee! With a little effort, I thought, "What does peeing have to do with my anus? Why does it hurt your anus if I strain a little to pee?" So I tried to pull the pee back in! Ladies and gentlemen! At this moment, my anus contracted—the legendary anal suction! I gasped, the wound rubbing together under the suction! My mouth quickly formed a perfect "O," my brow furrowed, the pain was so intense I couldn't even scream, but the pee wanted to gush out as it was pulling back, but I couldn't exert any force, the pee just spun around and went back in! My anus contracted again, and I truly can't describe the pain I was in. I gripped the bed railing and shook it desperately, tears streaming down my face from the pain… I dared not pee anymore! I was panting heavily on the bed. These past few days have truly been the most painful experience a person could have. My teeth felt like they were about to break. Regaining a bit of my sanity, I thought, "I can't not pee!" Holding my pee so badly could even lead to uremia. No matter how painful it was, I had to pee. I mustered up my courage and told my friend that I couldn't pee in bed, so I'd squat in the urinal instead. My friend, hearing I needed to get out of bed to urinate, rushed to call a doctor. The doctor said if there was absolutely no other way, I should get out of bed to urinate, but I would feel very dizzy, and might even faint! …I couldn't care less, so I climbed out of bed. I felt like I had no strength left. I got out of bed, and as soon as I squatted down, another wave of pain hit me. I mustered my courage and carefully used very little force to push the urine out slowly. Unexpectedly, it seemed like the urine was about to come out, but it just wouldn't. My anus involuntarily contracted again. Damn it, the pain was so bad I felt like I wanted to die! I remember in the movie "East Meets West," when Zhou Botong was performing the "Three Flowers Gathering at the Top" technique, Duan Wangye was urinating. Zhou Botong pushed Duan Wangye's urine, and it would retract, then come out again! Duan Wangye's blissful expression makes me so envious and longing for it now! I tried to urinate several times but still couldn't. I gave up and went back to bed to rest. I didn't want to get uremia and have headaches as a side effect—that would be a huge loss! What should I do? Trying to urinate from all three points at once only made it more and more painful, but all I cared about was how to get the urine out. I only care about this one thing... I lay anxiously in the hospital bed, trying to figure out how to urinate. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I was annoyed because the hospital and doctors didn't seem to consider the post-operative pain. What if I really had a urinary cyst? That would be truly antisocial! But after several attempts, I was too afraid to move! I was in so much pain! Those two guys with urinary tract infections actually managed to urinate. I looked at them with disdain, but mostly with envy. I'm terrified of pain. In college, I often "bribed" classmates to take my blood tests during physical exams. Thinking back to those needle pricks, the pain was nothing. The pain of urinating through anal suction is definitely the biggest psychological barrier to anal surgery. As the IV drip finished, the urge to urinate grew stronger. I got out of bed again, tried again, climbed down, and squatted down. I even prayed! Please, don't let the urinary tract infection stop! I slowly guided the urine down, whistling to myself. After a few drops, I got excited and finally urinated! I don't know if it was excitement or something else, but the urine went back down! Then my anus contracted, and the pain made me yell "Fuck you!" But I insisted on peeing! I steeled myself, and just before it came out, I whistled softly. It felt so good, so wonderful, so divine, the pleasure intensified with each urination! So comfortable! Just before I finished, my anus suddenly contracted, my whole body shuddered, and then the pain spread throughout my body! I cried out in pain, jumped up quickly, and stomped on the urinal, splashing water all over me and my friend. I looked at the scene with great pain and embarrassment, while my friend immediately went to wash the dishes and get water to clean up! Ugh! So embarrassed, I forgot the pain of my wound. My face was flushed as I changed clothes and quickly went to bed… I won't go into the cleaning process! All day long, it was an IV drip; the more drips, the easier it was to pee. Each pee was a testament to courage and determination. Perhaps because I was weak after the surgery, I actually fell asleep in excruciating pain! I knew that if I woke up, it would be from the pain! I woke up from the pain! It seemed quite late! Both of my anus's were asleep! I knew that no matter how much pain I was in, I couldn't cry out and disturb others' rest, nor could I ask the nurse for painkillers—it was a matter of respect for my roommates, the nurses, and other patients. At that moment, the gauze stuck in my anus felt like a rolling iron rod, twisting and aggravating the pain and swelling! My lower abdomen was bloated with the urge to defecate, and no matter whether I lay on my stomach, side, sitting, or back, I couldn't relieve the swelling and pain. Was I destined to endure this long, agonizing night until dawn? I checked my phone! It was past midnight! Sigh! A night I'll never forget. The night in Guiyang was particularly cool, or rather, a bit cold. To distract myself, I frantically let my mind wander! From graduating from university to working in Shenzhen, living in a cramped apartment! Every day I was full of fighting spirit, searching for a job! Now, I'm a regional manager at a well-known company! These images flashed through my mind like a movie—all sorts of emotions, from joy and sorrow to failure and triumph, happiness and sadness, surging within me. Then I thought about lying alone in a hospital bed in a foreign land, looking at unfamiliar rooms and unfamiliar people, and my heart ached, almost bringing tears to my eyes. At that moment, I lost all sense of humor; my humanity reverted to its most basic form! Although my anus was still painful, my mind was unusually calm! That feeling was so comfortable, it allowed me to completely relax! Maybe it was the relaxation of my mind that made the wound less painful! Although I was in pain during the surgery, I still didn't tell anyone who loved me! I didn't want them to worry, I didn't want them to suffer this damn surgery with me! Suddenly I felt very manly! Yes! I am a man and should bear some things alone, but suddenly I also felt very small! The pain of surgery was so unmanly! I smiled bitterly and sighed, "Being a man is hard, being a good man with hemorrhoids is even harder"... I drifted off to sleep again... The next day was basically woken up by the nurses. Every morning at seven o'clock, the nurses would come to the ward to bother me, checking if there was any bleeding in my buttocks! Checking if the wound was swollen or inflamed! In short, at seven o'clock sharp every morning, they would have a tour of my anus! Then it was another day of IV drips. It was best to eat liquid foods like boiled noodles, but not too much! It was best not to eat sugary things, otherwise it would be easy to fart, and farting when the anus is completely closed is a difficult thing! The only thing I couldn't stand was the suction when urinating! The biggest pains of the second day were urinating and farting. Urinating was manageable if you had the courage to hold it in, but the farts! My anus was completely blocked, and the more farts accumulated, the more swollen and painful it became. It was unbearable! I couldn't even fart, tossing and turning in bed, afraid to open my anus for fear of tearing the wound! I'll describe the need for dressing changes later. With the urge to fart getting stronger, I had no choice but to slightly separate my anus, hoping to carve a path through the gauze and my anus. The more I separated the path, the stronger the urge became. Finally, I couldn't hold it in any longer and forcefully opened my anus! The wound felt slightly torn, like a needle prick, but bearable. The gauze and my anus finally compromised, leaving a tiny gap, and the fart immediately burst out with a sharp fart sound. I didn't care what others thought; I enjoyed it for a dozen seconds. Ah, so good! The whole room was probably filled with the smell of my farts. My two anuses wanted to get out but couldn't, so they could only say pitifully, "I'll get my revenge." Haha, I don't care! The second day passed quickly amidst the joy and relief, and the pain of the wound reopening. Time gradually lessened the pain, but it also quickly brought me to the battlefield of my first bowel movement and dressing change! This battle is sure to be tough!The third day arrived quickly. Early in the morning, the nurse checked my anus and took my blood pressure, etc., and I felt I could get out of bed and walk. The nurse told me to prepare for a dressing change at 8:00 AM! Beforehand, I had a steam treatment for my anus with traditional Chinese medicine. She removed the outer gauze wrap, and I reluctantly got up, dressed like a penguin, and went to the injection site. I got some medicine in a tray, then, still dressed like a penguin, swayed back to my ward with the basin. Two anal treatments, and my family took care of everything! Then I took off my pants and squatted down to enjoy the pleasurable and stimulating steam on my anus! The word "enjoyed" best describes the overall feeling. After the steam treatment, I grabbed my medicine and rushed to the dressing room. It was so crowded! Since I'd never had a dressing change before, I was confused. The nurse said I'd be the first one in. The first person was a strong man in his thirties, quite rugged-looking. He looked back at us with a worried and fearful gaze. I immediately sensed something was wrong and quickly asked the person next to him what illness he had and how many dressing changes he'd had. The man replied that he had mixed hemorrhoids and had had three dressing changes. I asked him if it hurt. He said the first dressing change… before he could finish, a scream came from the dressing room! My anus clenched! I felt like I was the one getting my dressing changed! The person next to me continued, “The first time I got my dressing changed, I screamed even more horribly than him!” Oh my god! The person next to me continued, “A dressing change is like re-injuring a healing wound and then healing it again, a surgery that takes about ten seconds without anesthesia!” A puff of smoke rose from my head, and I turned away dejectedly, no longer saying a word! The constant groans and moans coming from the dressing room were like heavy hammer blows to my fragile nerves! The first guy came out! One hand covering his buttocks, cursing in Guiyang dialect that I couldn’t understand! The second person went in, the details of which I won’t describe, but at this time I was considering whether to get some oral anesthesia and painkillers to get this first dressing change done! Just then, a nurse came over, and I asked him if I could get some painkillers and anesthesia for the dressing change? The nurse actually said, “Why are you so delicate!” So many people are getting their dressings changed, and the moment I heard the word "delicate," I wanted to disappear into a hole. I stopped talking and quietly awaited the storm of dressing changes! ...Finally, it was my turn! I walked into the dressing room with a tragic air. The nurse asked, "Is this your first time getting your dressing changed?" I hummed in agreement and said, "Be gentle, I'm afraid of pain." The nurse didn't respond to that and told me to just take off my pants and lie down on the bed! I obediently took my position! I was so nervous! Then, I don't know what the nurse was applying to my anus, but it hurt whenever she touched the wound. This pain was bearable, though. Suddenly, the nurse picked up some tweezers. I knew she was going to pull the gauze. My heart tightened, and my anus clenched tightly! The nurse said, "Relax, otherwise how can we change the gauze inside?" I said, "Nurse, I'm afraid of pain, please be gentle, I'll treat you to watermelon later!" The nurse said, "You have to be decisive with these things!" Then she used the tweezers to pull out the gauze—it was gauze that had grown into the flesh! I was instantly filled with rage. I closed my eyes, stuck my butt out, and jerked my legs, letting out a bloodcurdling scream! Cold sweat instantly covered my entire body! Some people might be able to endure being cut with a knife! But I refused to believe anyone could accept being ripped out like that! I saw a bloody, mangled bandage, as thick as a middle finger, lying on the operating table. The doctor was cleaning the wound with cotton balls coated with aureomycin ointment, then applying some medicine to the bandage and stuffing it back into my anus! I lay numbly on the bed, groaning! The doctor used a nickel to hold the bandage and forcefully shoved it into my anus! In pain, I accidentally stepped on the doctor, who got angry, pressed down on my thigh, and shoved the bandage in again. My anus contracted sharply, and the doctor pushed it in again, saying, "If it hurts, scream!" My throat was hoarse from the pain! After a few miserable groans, the first dressing change finally ended, and the doctor said, "All done!" Then they wrapped my buttocks up. I weakly shuffled off the bed, my legs twitching like a seesaw as I returned to the room, collapsing onto the bed and refusing to move… The pain felt like a second anal assault. Why are these beautiful nurses always so rough? There must be some intriguing story behind their rough handling; otherwise, why be so cruel? Finally, I passed the first hurdle—the first dressing change. Lying in bed afterward, the pain in my anus and the pressure from the gauze, coupled with two days without a bowel movement, made the urge to defecate increasingly intense. What if I couldn't hold it in right after the dressing change? I didn't know. I asked the doctor, who said to just go if I felt the urge. I asked what to do with the gauze stuffed inside. The doctor calmly said to just pull it out. I fell silent, quietly returning to my bed. I didn't know what to say; everything that had happened was beyond my physical limits. I tried to remove the gauze myself—it was excruciating. I couldn't pull it out myself! I wouldn't do it, but the human body is such a strange and peculiar thing. When you're broke, no matter how much you eat, you always feel hungry; when you can't defecate, you might suddenly need to. The psychological effect often has unexpected results! Under this psychological influence, I really, really wanted to defecate. I knew that if I just mustered up the courage and pushed hard, the gauze and stool would come out, and it would probably only hurt for a few seconds. It was those few seconds that made this guy decide that he absolutely didn't want to. The back-and-forth struggle between my mind and body was excruciating. But actually defecating was much more terrifying than I imagined. Basically, without the support of laxatives and enemas, it was very, very difficult. Next, I will describe my first bowel movement after the second surgery! Although I really wanted to defecate after the dressing change, I knew that no matter how difficult it was, I had to hold it in. The fresh wound made me reluctant to contaminate it, fearing that I might develop sepsis, which would be a huge loss! So I decided that it would be most reasonable to defecate when the dressing was changed tomorrow morning, and I would also take some of the pre-prescribed laxatives tonight. Wasn't that all according to plan? Haha! I sat smugly on the edge of the bed in a very ladylike posture. Once I passed the bowel movement hurdle, all that was left was to remove the stitches! That meant I could be discharged! The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. Perhaps I got too excited, because at this rare moment of happiness, my anus suddenly contracted, and I lay down obediently, feeling utterly dazed and confused. The days after surgery are particularly prone to anal contractions. I slept on and off, and before I knew it, it was the next morning. Because I had taken a laxative, my stomach was rumbling incessantly; the urge to have diarrhea was extremely strong. Without further ado, I grabbed several rolls of toilet paper and rushed to the toilet. I ripped off the outer gauze, squatted down, and hoped to have a good, satisfying bowel movement like before the surgery. Soon it was time for my anus. I mustered my courage and pushed, and a sharp sound rang out as my anus was forced out. The gas shifted the gauze, pulling at the wound. I guessed the gas had brought some stool, and the acidity was irritating the bleeding wound. I grabbed the toilet door handle, pounding my head against it, the pain so intense I gritted my teeth and pounded on the door with all my might. The thumping sound shook the people next to me. I asked if my neighbor was alright, and reluctantly replied, "I'm fine, just doing some 'prayer' in the bathroom this morning." They probably thought I was a cultist and stopped talking. I didn't care. I clearly had diarrhea, but why couldn't I push through my anus, and why did I lose all urge to defecate? Could it be the legendary anal stenosis, or did the doctor cut something extra? I couldn't be that unlucky! I tried again, pushing a little, but the urge to defecate disappeared immediately. Pushing further only caused a swollen and painful anus, and I couldn't pass stool. The pain from the ruptured wound warned me not to push anymore, or I might faint in the bathroom. I sighed, "I knew it wouldn't be that simple." I wiped myself quickly and got up to ask the doctor. The diarrhea intensified immediately after I stood up. Damn it! I squatted down again, repeating the same actions I'd just taken, then got up, squatted down, got up, squatted down... Damn it! My legs were going weak. I gave up! Enduring the impact of the laxative, I clenched my anus tightly while receiving a herbal steam infusion. During the infusion, I felt an intense urge to defecate, almost wanting to just empty the tube, but like with toilets, the sensation vanished once I reached my anus. Any further straining only caused throbbing pain! It's truly bizarre… I won't even describe the agony of changing the dressing! After the dressing change, I went to the attending physician and recounted my situation. The physician examined the wound and said it was mostly fine; the anal wound hadn't healed properly, so it was causing discomfort, and I should be able to defecate normally in a few days. I asked what I should do now that I felt the urge. The doctor said to strain a little, but not force it; if it became unbearable, then try again. Perhaps I had held it in for too long, or perhaps the laxative had worn off. The urge to defecate felt much lighter now, and I was too lazy to care anymore, so I lay in bed and groaned. Defecation is incredibly difficult; I despise this disgusting illness again—it's so exhausting! I still have to continue taking the laxative! After a whole morning of this, I'm completely exhausted! I drifted off to sleep and it was evening when I was woken up by the urge to poop! My stomach was in excruciating pain, so I grabbed a roll of toilet paper and rushed to the toilet. After several unsuccessful attempts, I returned empty-handed. It's unbelievable that this surgery can stop diarrhea! Just a few steps from the toilet, I bumped into a nurse. I tearfully pleaded, "Sister, I really can't poop! What should I do? I took a laxative, and now my stomach hurts so much!" The nurse said, "I can help you with an enema!" I immediately agreed. The nurse gently removed the gauze and administered two enemas. Under the double impact of the glycerin and the laxative, I ignored all the pain and rushed into the toilet, letting out a torrent of poop. My horrible anus felt absolutely nothing as the stool came out! Terrifying! Anyway, I managed to poop. Afterwards, the wound burned with pain, and because I strained so hard during the bowel movement, it slightly tore open. In short, I paid a heavy price for the second hurdle, and it feels like I have to go through it every day, right now? It takes immense courage and unwavering determination! I'll describe the problems that arose after the first bowel movement tomorrow! At least a laxative and an enema can get me through the second hurdle!A week later, the day finally arrived to remove the stitches! Removing the stitches has so many benefits! No more worrying about the pain of anal sphincter contractions, no more worrying about the cramping pain of the wound and stitches tangled together, no more worrying about the stitches making bowel movements uncomfortable, no more worrying about the wound reopening when walking or straining. In short, once the stitches are removed, I'm basically out of hell! To get out of hell quickly, I got up at 7:00 AM sharp, got my medication and steamed, and was the first one to arrive at the dressing room, ready for anything! When the doctor arrived at the dressing room, it was Dr. Tian, who had performed my surgery. Seeing us, he patted me on the shoulder and said, "So brave today! The first one ready to have your stitches removed! Good prospects, come in!" I eagerly followed him in, skillfully pulling down my pants and lying down on the bed! The doctor asked if I wanted anesthesia for the stitches removal or not. I asked if there was a difference. The doctor said that most people can't tolerate stitch removal without anesthesia. Hearing this, I quickly said, "Then let's have anesthesia!" By the way, I asked if it still hurts to have the stitches removed after anesthesia. The doctor said, "That depends on the individual." I was immediately worried! Afterwards, I'll tell everyone I strongly suspect that anesthesia is just a way for hospitals to increase revenue! The doctor took two fingers' worth of anesthetic and put it into a syringe. I noticed it was different from the anesthesia I'd had before and immediately asked, "Where is this injected?" The answer was, "The anus!" I don't want to say anything! My already scarred anus still needed several needles. After some disinfection, the doctor inserted a needle directly near the anal wound. The anus is so full of nerves! I screamed in pain! Then, the second needle was quickly inserted! I felt a jolt all over my body! Needles in the anus are really painful! The doctor didn't care if I was in pain or not, and the scissors went in quickly! I could clearly feel the scissors cutting flesh, but it felt okay! A numb pain! But the pain came quickly; the anesthesia didn't last long. When the doctor cut a small piece of the stitches, I clearly felt the intense, excruciating pain of the flesh being cut! I screamed! A cold sweat broke out all over my body! Before I could even finish screaming, the doctor forcefully pried open my anus and snipped away one of the sutures for the internal hemorrhoids—basically, cutting away flesh. The pain of my anus being opened and the flesh being cut was excruciating! I screamed and hurriedly tried to protect my anus with my hands, saying, "Doctor, I don't want it removed, I can't bear it!" The doctor's assistant quickly passed me another anesthetic! The doctor said to release the needle and inserted it deep into my anus again! At this point, I was exhausted by the endless pain and kept screaming "Ah! Ah!" The doctor pried open my anus again and quickly started cutting away the flesh and sutures. Let me reiterate! The anesthetic was useless! It was no use, and I wanted to protect my anus again! The nurse quickly grabbed my hand and said, "Bear with it, it'll be over soon." It would be easier after the sutures were removed! The doctor cut again, and the pain made me immediately shake off the nurse's hand! At this point, I couldn't care less about the nurse, even though I've always been a very polite hypocrite! I tried to protect my anus with my hands again to stop the pain, and by this time, sweat was dripping onto the dressing bed! The doctor said, "Don't touch the last stitch!" Hearing this, I gritted my teeth and let go! The doctor quickly slit the sutures again! I strained with all my might and screamed! Finally, I managed to block the surging pain! I thought, "Finally, it's over!" The doctor said, "Turn over!" I quickly turned to get out of bed, but the doctor said, "We only removed one side. Turn over to remove the other side." Hearing this, I almost fainted! In a hoarse voice, I said, "Doctor, you're lying to me!" I felt like dying! The doctor didn't reply! I hesitated, wondering if they should remove the other side. I never thought even a doctor could lie! I thought, "I can't leave the stitches on forever!" I turned over, no longer using my hands to protect my anus, and covered my mouth and eyes, saying to the doctor, "Okay!" The doctor said, "Relax!" It was over quickly, and I thought, "Damn! You lie down, I'm going to cut it, how are you going to relax?!" Before I could finish thinking, my anus was roughly widened again, the pain was excruciating! I heard the snip of the scissors again, and I covered my mouth and groaned! My head kept bobbing up and down. The doctor made another cut with scissors, and I could clearly feel tears welling up! Finally, I couldn't hold back and screamed, followed by another cut. I was speechless! I shook my head wildly, and then the nurse said, "It's done, the stitches are removed!" As soon as I heard that, my whole body relaxed! Then the doctor inserted his finger directly into my anus. I felt cheated again. The intense pain from my swollen anus made me scream again, only to be told by the doctor that it was anal dilation! My poor anus finally got through it. Only those who have experienced it can understand the pain! After the dressing was applied and the wound was bandaged, everyone outside the dressing room looked at me with strange eyes! Maybe I screamed too loudly! My throat felt very hoarse. I really screamed until I was hoarse! I wiped the sweat from my brow and staggered back to my bed amidst the complicated looks from everyone. I collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted! After the stitches were removed, I felt extremely weak lying in bed. The pain from the wound made it impossible for me to sleep. I tossed and turned! So I had the idea to share my painful experience online, hence this post. After the stitches were removed, although I felt incredibly light and comfortable, it was still uncomfortable for a few days. If stool touched the wound, it was excruciatingly painful! After the stitches were removed and I had to do some anal dilation, it was basically back to normal. I'm still in the anal dilation stage now; each dilation is like a painful ordeal, but it's getting less painful! I'm basically normal now, but the post-operative symptoms are still bothersome. I get tired and sleepy very easily, I'm afraid to eat this and that, and I have to wash my bottom every time I go to the bathroom—it's all quite annoying! I hope everyone cherishes their anus! Especially avoid staying up late. If you get a sore throat and diarrhea, be very careful; that's what happened to me, and I ended up in the hospital. In short, I hope no one falls into this hell. The painful experience makes me wonder how I survived! Just thinking about it makes me shudder. I wish all my friends who care about me good health and healthy anuses.I thought, "I can't keep the stitches indefinitely!" I rolled over, no longer using my hands to protect my anus, and covered my mouth and eyes with my hands, saying to the doctor, "Come on!" The doctor said, "Relax! It'll be over soon." I thought, "What the hell! You lie down, I'll cut it, how are you going to relax?!" Before I could finish thinking, my anus was roughly widened again, and the pain was excruciating! I heard the snip of the scissors again, and I covered my mouth and groaned! My head kept moving up and down, and the doctor cut again. I could clearly feel tears welling up! Finally, I couldn't hold back and screamed, followed by another cut. I was speechless! I shook my head wildly, and then the nurse said, "It's done, the stitches are removed!" As soon as I heard that, my whole body relaxed! Then the doctor inserted his finger directly into my anus. I felt cheated again. The swollen anus caused me to scream again, and the doctor said, "This is anal dilation!" My poor anus finally endured it. Only those who have experienced it can understand the pain! After the dressing was applied and the wound was bandaged, everyone outside the dressing room looked at me with strange eyes! Maybe I shouted too loudly! My throat felt incredibly hoarse. I literally shouted myself hoarse! Wiping away the sweat, I staggered back to my hospital bed amidst the complicated looks of the crowd. I collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted! Lying in bed after the stitches were removed, I felt utterly drained. The pain from the wound made it impossible for me to sleep; I tossed and turned! So, I decided to share my painful experience online, hoping it would be helpful to others. That's how this post came about. Even though I felt incredibly light and comfortable after the stitches were removed, it still took a few days of discomfort. If stool touched the wound, it was excruciatingly painful! After the stitches were removed and I had to do some anal dilation, things would basically be normal. I'm still in the anal dilation stage; each dilation is like a painful experience, but it's getting less painful! I'm basically normal now, but the post-operative symptoms are still bothersome. I get tired and sleepy very easily. I'm hesitant to eat this or that, and I have to wash my bottom every time I go to the bathroom. In short, it's a bit of a hassle! I hope everyone can cherish their anus! Especially avoid staying up late. Be extremely careful if you experience both fever and diarrhea; that's how I ended up in the hospital. In short, I hope no one falls into this hellish situation. The painful experience still makes me wonder how I survived! Just thinking about it terrifies me. I wish all my friends who care about me good health, and good health for their anus.I thought, "I can't keep the stitches indefinitely!" I rolled over, no longer using my hands to protect my anus, and covered my mouth and eyes with my hands, saying to the doctor, "Come on!" The doctor said, "Relax! It'll be over soon." I thought, "What the hell! You lie down, I'll cut it, how are you going to relax?!" Before I could finish thinking, my anus was roughly widened again, and the pain was excruciating! I heard the snip of the scissors again, and I covered my mouth and groaned! My head kept moving up and down, and the doctor cut again. I could clearly feel tears welling up! Finally, I couldn't hold back and screamed, followed by another cut. I was speechless! I shook my head wildly, and then the nurse said, "It's done, the stitches are removed!" As soon as I heard that, my whole body relaxed! Then the doctor inserted his finger directly into my anus. I felt cheated again. The swollen anus caused me to scream again, and the doctor said, "This is anal dilation!" My poor anus finally endured it. Only those who have experienced it can understand the pain! After the dressing was applied and the wound was bandaged, everyone outside the dressing room looked at me with strange eyes! Maybe I shouted too loudly! My throat felt incredibly hoarse. I literally shouted myself hoarse! Wiping away the sweat, I staggered back to my hospital bed amidst the complicated looks of the crowd. I collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted! Lying in bed after the stitches were removed, I felt utterly drained. The pain from the wound made it impossible for me to sleep; I tossed and turned! So, I decided to share my painful experience online, hoping it would be helpful to others. That's how this post came about. Even though I felt incredibly light and comfortable after the stitches were removed, it still took a few days of discomfort. If stool touched the wound, it was excruciatingly painful! After the stitches were removed and I had to do some anal dilation, things would basically be normal. I'm still in the anal dilation stage; each dilation is like a painful experience, but it's getting less painful! I'm basically normal now, but the post-operative symptoms are still bothersome. I get tired and sleepy very easily. I'm hesitant to eat this or that, and I have to wash my bottom every time I go to the bathroom. In short, it's a bit of a hassle! I hope everyone can cherish their anus! Especially avoid staying up late. Be extremely careful if you experience both fever and diarrhea; that's how I ended up in the hospital. In short, I hope no one falls into this hellish situation. The painful experience still makes me wonder how I survived! Just thinking about it terrifies me. I wish all my friends who care about me good health, and good health for their anus.

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