You know those KY commercials with the two different kinds of lube that combined make people's genitals explode with pleasure? First of all, a pleasure-enhancing lube is without a doubt a terrorizing lube if you have coochie pain. But secondly, every time I see that commercial I can only think "yeast infection."
Why do people treat their bodies so crappily? It is a sick accident of our resilience that we can tolerate the things we do, the ten Diet Cokes a day, the weird chemicals on our skin, the douching, the -- god, I never thought I'd say it -- THE BACON. We're the frogs of the polluted pond who manage to hop around on five legs. Biology is a freaking miracle.
Vulvodynia makes me want to run away into the bushes, the ones without the plastic bags trapped among the leaves. It makes me want to dump myself into the purest forest in the world and let nature bathe me in her rightness. I often wonder if cavewomen had vulvodynia, if present-day tribal women get it. Is there a wrongness here in this world that my crotch just can't stand?
My pain is so bad these days. It feels like someone lacerated my skin with papercuts and then squeezed a lemon over it. My period approaches. ic-network.com has a good overview of hormones and IC. I believe vulvodynia and IC can have the same origin even if the person only has one or the other.
My dad thinks the commenter who wrote I should smoke up to treat my pain is right. I don't know, still sounds like being in a coma to me. If my pain ever went away, ever, if it came in cycles and I just had to be high for the cycle to treat the pain, maybe. But the pain is there all day long, and I don't understand what pot would do for me in that case.
It's illegal in my state anyway. But maybe not forever. If it passes, maybe I will become a grower.