Like, what's it like to get poison ivy on the do-dads. I don't know how i did it, but i can now answer that question.
IT SUCKS!!!
Though my wife, cruel creature that she is, finds this laughably funny.
Like, what's it like to get poison ivy on the do-dads. I don't know how i did it, but i can now answer that question.
IT SUCKS!!!
Though my wife, cruel creature that she is, finds this laughably funny.
I think we should sidetrack this thread into a do-dad (if that's the right term) thread instead.
Twenty years ago I noticed a small lump on one of my "do-dads" so I went to the Doctor for an exam who sent me to an outpatient ultrasound a few mornings later. I had a cute nurse and a different doctor doing the exam and they determined it was nothing.
The young cute nurse made a comment that it couldn't be that bad of a day if I had a nurse like her manipulating the boys.
Been there. Not nearly as bad as icy hot.
Well, in the short term. Long term its worse. And calamine lotion on the daddy bags don't work. Best thing i found was a heavily chlorinated pool.
In reply to Datsun310Guy:
I would have told her that I can think of a way it could end happier.
JohnRW1621 wrote: In reply to Datsun310Guy: I would have told her that I can think of a way it could end happier.
except for shrinkage.......
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GG2dF5PS0bI
Have you been near poison ivy or something contaminated with it in the past 2-4 days? Contact Dermatitis is not necessarily from poison ivy/oak/sumac. You could be allergic to something else like laundry detergent, powder, cloths, whatever else your do-dads may be around.
I don't want to know what poison ivy on my do-dads feels like, but I can tell you that it's truly awful when in the eyes and up the nose.
To this day I don't know where I got the exposure, and I never lost all the weight that I gained from weeks of prednisone.
I've gotten pure peppermint oil on my kiwis. Fun.
never got it anywhere private.. which is amazing as I got myself covered from head to toe in poison oak after cutting a field covered in it.
In reply to foxtrapper:
Tell her to suck the poison out 
Or at least kiss it better.
Imagine being a teenager and scratching an itchy spot on your arm just before engaging in... self loving.
I was the designated driver one night in my youth. On the way home from a bar one of my buddies wanted to take a leak in some woods on the side of the road and asked me to stop. After what seemed like too long he reappeared. He'd fallen down an embankment and had to crawl back up because it was steep and he was drunk. Unknown to him at the time, the bank was filled with poison ivy and somehow he'd dropped his pants when he slipped so he rolled down the hill with his pants below his knees. He was not a happy camper for a while.
No, no thanks.
I didn't want to know what a catheter felt like, much less a second one coming out of my stomach. Not fun.
Funny story relating to that. (Background: got hurt in a bad car wreck when I was 16) Had a procedure scheduled where they were to run a scope up my hootus (!) to see how things were healing up. Just before the doc starts, he asks if a couple of residents could watch. I said that was fine (they had already given me some good stuff through the IV by then). In come through door 7 of the hottest young female residents I've ever seen lining up and the foot of the table. The doc says "alright, here we go!", pulls up the hospital gown and in goes the scope. Being 16, it was always a fantasy to be naked with a group of hot residents (who am I kidding, still is), but that was not the scenario I wanted.
I had to have shots to get my eyes open after a bout with the ivy... they hurt like hell in my face. I would hate to have to get them in order to pee.
Appleseed wrote: I've gotten pure peppermint oil on my kiwis. Fun.
That will eliminate the poison ivy in short order though.
Dusterbd13 wrote: Been there. Not nearly as bad as icy hot.
Did that to my brother in my youth as a revenge. I applied it to every pair of underpants in his drawer.
He cried.
Profusely.
About 5 years ago I had a kidney stone lodged at the top of my bladder. They used a laser to break it up and remove it. They go up Mr Happy to get there.
Fortunately, I was out for that experience. Unfortunately, to prevent possible scar tissue from blocking the bladder entrance, they installed a stent. So I spent the next two weeks with a string hanging out of... it. Imagine spending two weeks with the constant feeling you have to pee. Yeah, it was like that.
Even more fun when the stent was removed. The Dr just grabs the hanging string and pulls. While it was not painful, it was a feeling/experience I don't care to relive anytime soon. 
I once had a hair stuck in my urethra. Don't know how it got there. It was a hair off my head. My actual head. Before it came out, I though I had hot sauce on my pork sword because I was working in a kitchen making wings. Eventually I was able to remove it. It was irritating, but not the worst thing in the world.
So I know what thats like.
When I was getting "snipped" I told the doc that I was feeling everything and it was not fun. He said that it was impossible, that I was completely numb. He then did something that caused me to grab a stand and almost bash his head in with it. He decided do give me a second injection (enough to cripple and elephant in his words) and then we could proceed. I still felt it a bit. I have a high tolerance for sedatives and painkillers in general (Thanks Slippery Rock University!) but apparently my junk is even harder to knock out.
pinchvalve wrote: He decided do give me a second injection (enough to cripple and elephant in his words) and then we could proceed.
One of my last dentist visits were similar. I mean, he wasn't working on my thundersword, but he was having troble with a specific nerve. Usually he drills on two or three of my teeth needing fillings, so he kills the nerve on the whole side. Getting half way down, I still had feeling, so he added local to that specific tooth noteing how odd it was that my nerves worked there. It worked a little, but I could still feel. He ended up finishing drilling while I still had some sensation left in my tooth. That sucked too.
OK. Back to the yogurt gun stories.
I wish I didn't know what my tibia feels like. Best way to describe it was warm slippery PVC. The doctors were nice enough to put it back inside for me. To make sure it doesn't happen again they pinned it in place...with a 14" titanium rod. Good to go now.
I wish I didn't know what it is like to need a cane for getting around, not just fashion.
Many years ago I was a medic at an army base clinic. Female cadet comes in with poison ivy on her backside from neck to thighs. Claims she was "watering" a tree when she lost her balance and fell over backward. OK, whatever. Treat and release.
An hour later male cadet comes in with same rash on his thighs, baby bag, and forearms/hands. Doesn't even try to deny what he'd been up to. Said it was worth it.
I gathered all the cadets together after that for a class on identifying various sorts of plants. Good times.
Datsun310Guy wrote: The young cute nurse made a comment that it couldn't be that bad of a day if I had a nurse like her manipulating the boys.
I'm going to add this to my list of "E36 M3 women say that would be labelled totally sexist if men said something analogous."
I have a cousin that when he was 12-ish had to drop trou and do his business while hiking out in the woods. He finished and found the closest plant to grab a leaf from and wipe, yep, it was poison ivy. He had a miserable week or so after that.
I've had to get a steroid shot for it a few times, worst was on my neck, but thankfully I've never had it anywhere quite so private.
My grandmother was hospitalized from breathing the smoke from it while burning brush. She got it in her eyes, throat, lungs, etc.
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