суббота, 13 сентября 2008
В буржуйском ЖЖ есть шикарное комьюнити
little_details. Сёрфилось ночью в поисках рэндомных идей (и вы не поверите что люди придумывают)... В процессе нашла шикарный кусок про поломанные кости и вообще.
Написано в ответ на вопрос о переломе костей таза, в том числе о том, как с подобными неприятностями заниматься сексом. Давать почитать игрокам и фанфикрайтерам, у которых персонажи трахаются на следующий день после поломанных костей.
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This is general 'I've wrecked my body' info; no idea if any of it's of use. Closest thing I've had to that exact injury is a broken tailbone, but that was spectacular and still bothers me. Beware of grossness.
Orgasm is going to hurt, early on. The muscles of the pelvic floor (in either sex) contract quite strongly, and there's usually a good bit of involuntary movement. I've broken my tailbone more than once, completely blown out elbow/shoulder/neck on one side, ripped all the muscles from my neck off of the other side of my skull causing my neck to collapse, broken either arm various times (I used to be a very active person with a 'go faster, it'll heal later' mindset) and will say that the last thing I wanted while I was recovering from the worst of them was an orgasm. The tailbone was unbelievably painful; pukeworthy pain. Sitting was a huge no, so was bending in any way, so was putting one foot in front of the other, or laughing. Getting it up when you're in pain and on pain meds is another issue. Also, when you're in pain, the sex drive tends to idle just for conservation purposes.
Being hurt on a major level sucks, in my experience. You stink from bandages/cleansers and braces and your own body throwing off trauma chemicals; the stink on skin after anesthetic comes out your pores is noticeable. It's hard to bathe yourself, if you're allowed. Your hair is greasy and you can only brush your teeth when you can spare the energy. You're never really clean and your body is broken and it's vile.
Under your bandages can smell terrible, even if you're healing well. You can break out in rashes from the adhesive, you can reject your stitches, months later you can have boils rising to the surface and spewing out undissolved sutures, and that's if your incisions don't unzip themselves out of pure spite. When you finally get casts off, your skin is pallid and your body is withered underneath. When you get to bathe for real after the 'no real shower/bath' prohibition following major surgery with large incisions or a week+ of full bedrest, your skin rolls off like grey worms when you wash; for several washings.
Sometimes you can't go to the bathroom by yourself or without excruciating pain. We're talking bawling your eyes out pain (and I didn't shed a tear when I actually got hurt). Nothing maddens like being thwarted, punished, and humiliated by your most basic bodily needs. We won't even talk about the bedpan issue. Also, most painkillers cause legendary constipation, which never sounds like a huge deal until it's been five days or so and then, yes, it is.
Your throat hurts like hell from surgery, if you needed it. You sound like shit. Your memory is splotchy and things are unreal. You might have drains from your incisions for a while. Your whole body aches because you can't move like normal. You get cold fast when you're bedridden (I was strapped/blocked/locked in place for a while for that severe neck injury) and lying still, too, hurts. If you have to use crutches (right, broken foot), your upper body hurts as well, your hands and up under your arms can and likely will blister, but you have to keep using the crutches. With the tailbone, moving from sitting to standing was horrific; I used to nearly black out getting into/out of the car and I'd have to breathe through getting up from/sitting down on the couch.
On top of all that, people can end up in an emotional mess. The wrong touch can undo your most recent dose of painkiller and you can't waste that. Everything is so fragile. Morphine/codiene/demerol/etc don't work really well on me, so I can't speak for other people. But every time I've been injured or had surgery, I would about kill anyone who touched me if it wasn't for a theraputic massage or a sponge bath.
Anyway, there you go. Maybe some of my fabulous adventures in testing Darwinism will help.
@темы:
размышлятельное,
свинорыбство,
пытливые умы