An Unplanned Trip
(I have been working on another entry for a while, but events overtook me and I need to write this entry now.. I was going to say, if you're male, dont read this one, but then I realised I would have been a lot less scared if I'd known this sort of thing could happen. Which, is really why I'm writing it.)
A friend once said to me (in jest!) that you haven't had a serious BDSM relationship until you've had an unplanned trip to the emegency room. Well, I guess that means Ruine_ and I have a serious BDSM relationship now.. Only I don't think my joking friend meant that it should be the Dom heading for A&E.
So, what happened. We'd had a (trivial) argument on Fri night, and having sorted it out, were indulging in good, old-fashioned, rough, make-up sex. Well, there are physical limits to how hard you can do that.. and the next thing I know there's a sharp twinge of pain, and my equipment is suddenly swelling like mad and going a very scary shade of purple. Scary is an understatement, the next few minutes were terrifying for both of us. I nearly passed out from shock/fear, and Ruine_ was incredibly supportive.. Then she started crashing too, and I had to make sure she was OK before we could do anything more. I think we're lucky that both of us know enough first aid to make sure the other was OK - we truly needed each other at that moment.
Then it was off to the A&E department. I had to go up there without Ruine_, but was able to ask a friend to make sure she was OK. So, we were only in contact through occasional phone messages.. which generally meant I was worrying about her, and her about me. Really brings home how important to you someone is, when you can't be with them in time of crisis. (Pause here for that incredible understatement to sink in).
Anyway, up at A&E I see a very attractive nurse, who seems somewhat disconcerted by the fact that I'm not embarressed. She eventually says, "I'm not going to examine you, to avoid embarassment. I'll get a doctor as soon as I can." I look confused, and say "I'm not embarassed.. ", and get a smile, a nod, and "Yes, but I am.. " I'm sure if i had been embarassed all would have been fine. Or maybe that was nurse-humour.
Then a 3 hour wait. I wouldn't have minded if A&E was busy, but it was dead quiet. Just seemed horribly understaffed with doctors. But eventually I do get a doctor. Another very attractive female. At least she wasn't embarassed. Anyway, she didn't know exactly what to do, so called a surgeon down for a look. Of course, that sent me into another wee panic. Surgeon!! Bloody Hell! But when he came down all he said was "hmm, yes, you need to cover it in dextrose swabs, and manipulate it like this for half an hour, then it'll recover by itself". Looking at the female doctors face was amusing.. I mean, here he is saying, "just cover this guy's cock in sugar and play with it for half an hour". I nearly laughed aloud. Anyway, in the end, she asked if I would mind doing it myself, and I was happy to let her off the hook.
In the end, it turns out I ruptured something in there somewhere.. I'm still swollen, but not sore, and won't be doing anything sexual for a few weeks; I just have a very large and scary looking bruise. I doubt Ruine_ will ever catch up with me in the "marks after play" stakes. I hope she never does. Those few weeks are nice breathing space though; it's nice to have that space to pause and reflect on other aspects of our relationship.
I feel my relationship with Ruine_ a lot deeper for experiencing this together - now it's settled down there are a lot of moments in it we can laugh about, and lots of revelations about how we feel. But i'll certainly will be more careful with my equipment in future.
A friend once said to me (in jest!) that you haven't had a serious BDSM relationship until you've had an unplanned trip to the emegency room. Well, I guess that means Ruine_ and I have a serious BDSM relationship now.. Only I don't think my joking friend meant that it should be the Dom heading for A&E.
So, what happened. We'd had a (trivial) argument on Fri night, and having sorted it out, were indulging in good, old-fashioned, rough, make-up sex. Well, there are physical limits to how hard you can do that.. and the next thing I know there's a sharp twinge of pain, and my equipment is suddenly swelling like mad and going a very scary shade of purple. Scary is an understatement, the next few minutes were terrifying for both of us. I nearly passed out from shock/fear, and Ruine_ was incredibly supportive.. Then she started crashing too, and I had to make sure she was OK before we could do anything more. I think we're lucky that both of us know enough first aid to make sure the other was OK - we truly needed each other at that moment.
Then it was off to the A&E department. I had to go up there without Ruine_, but was able to ask a friend to make sure she was OK. So, we were only in contact through occasional phone messages.. which generally meant I was worrying about her, and her about me. Really brings home how important to you someone is, when you can't be with them in time of crisis. (Pause here for that incredible understatement to sink in).
Anyway, up at A&E I see a very attractive nurse, who seems somewhat disconcerted by the fact that I'm not embarressed. She eventually says, "I'm not going to examine you, to avoid embarassment. I'll get a doctor as soon as I can." I look confused, and say "I'm not embarassed.. ", and get a smile, a nod, and "Yes, but I am.. " I'm sure if i had been embarassed all would have been fine. Or maybe that was nurse-humour.
Then a 3 hour wait. I wouldn't have minded if A&E was busy, but it was dead quiet. Just seemed horribly understaffed with doctors. But eventually I do get a doctor. Another very attractive female. At least she wasn't embarassed. Anyway, she didn't know exactly what to do, so called a surgeon down for a look. Of course, that sent me into another wee panic. Surgeon!! Bloody Hell! But when he came down all he said was "hmm, yes, you need to cover it in dextrose swabs, and manipulate it like this for half an hour, then it'll recover by itself". Looking at the female doctors face was amusing.. I mean, here he is saying, "just cover this guy's cock in sugar and play with it for half an hour". I nearly laughed aloud. Anyway, in the end, she asked if I would mind doing it myself, and I was happy to let her off the hook.
In the end, it turns out I ruptured something in there somewhere.. I'm still swollen, but not sore, and won't be doing anything sexual for a few weeks; I just have a very large and scary looking bruise. I doubt Ruine_ will ever catch up with me in the "marks after play" stakes. I hope she never does. Those few weeks are nice breathing space though; it's nice to have that space to pause and reflect on other aspects of our relationship.
I feel my relationship with Ruine_ a lot deeper for experiencing this together - now it's settled down there are a lot of moments in it we can laugh about, and lots of revelations about how we feel. But i'll certainly will be more careful with my equipment in future.