I live in fear that I'm going to get a cut in my vagina. No, really. As a matter of fact, I sometimes have to fall asleep with my arm between my legs to
make sure nothing comes in and cuts it. Seriously. I'm fucking crazy.
Actually, it all started when I had ds. I had a long cut (see, I am all squicked out just typing that; I'm sitting up straight with my thighs clamped together) that was unable to be stitched and it got infected. It got so bad that I had to fill up the tub and sit in it just to pee or it was totally and unbearably intolerable.
Actually, it all started when I had ds. I had a long cut (see, I am all squicked out just typing that; I'm sitting up straight with my thighs clamped together) that was unable to be stitched and it got infected. It got so bad that I had to fill up the tub and sit in it just to pee or it was totally and unbearably intolerable.
