I have a new hypothesis about what has been causing my pathetic spanking pain thresholds of late: Coumadin.
As those of you who read this blog regularly may know, I take this anticoagulant (or "blood thinner") after inexplicably developing blood clots in my lungs two years ago. However last Sunday night I had to stop taking it for a few days in preparation for a colonoscopy to see why I keep getting the "stomach flu." The colonoscopy didn't really solve that puzzle, but the lack of Coumadin means I clot a bit faster than I have been and bruise less. Even though I resumed Coumadin on Tuesday after the colonoscopy, my INR (a measure of how quickly or slowly my blood is clotting) is still quite low. When my nurse checked it today, it was 1.2 whereas it's supposed to be -- and normally is -- between 2 and 3.
Prior to leaving for my appointment this afternoon, A. decided to take me over his knee. After a few smacks, he asked how I did on my schedule of goals for last week. Alas, I had missed a few bedtimes and forgotten about some reading I had planned to do. And we all know the remedy for missed bedtimes and forgotten tasks is a good spanking. So he started in on my poor bottom with his hand. I tensed up expecting the scalding pain of the last few spankings. Except it didn't really scald. Hurt? Sure. But I wasn't squirming and whimpering like I have been.
My lack of noise and movement prompted A. to fish out the ping pong paddle in the box beneath the bed. Then, my dear friends, there was scalding. Especially when he kept hitting my right thigh with the damn thing. When he finally finished, I made the mistake of noting this with what was probably just a tad bit of annoyance.
"You don't look very contrite," A. said to me as he brushed back my hair.
"Oh I'm contrite," I offered up enthusiastically. "Very contrite. I'm penitent. Repentant." Though it was true that I wasn't very broken. While there had indeed been scalding, it wasn't necessarily unbearable scalding.
"No, you have a defiant look in your eye."
"Nooo, not defiant. I'm penitent," I pleaded. But to no avail. A. reached back down into the toy box and took out the black rubber paddle.
If I wasn't feeling contrite before, I was certainly feeling so when I saw that black rubber evil. I tensed up once more expecting intolerable pain.
Yet again it hurt. I whimpered more. And squirmed more. But it was like I finally had endorphines where before I had none. However after a few minutes A. decided to stop because I was really starting to mark, even though I still had a tiny hankering for the cane.
I should note, though, now that the endorphines are gone, I'm blogging on a very sore bottom.
It makes me wonder if having a lower INR so that I bruise less easily makes spanking a lot more bearable. Then again, my INR has been at its normal therapeutic level when my inner pain slut has made appearances in the past, so maybe it's just a fluke.
Oh and speaking of bruising and colonoscopies, I was very worried earlier this week when my ass was deeply bruised while I had an impending medical procedure in which my ass was going to be most prominent. However after a lot of arnica gel, ice, and then heat 48 hours after my spanking on Friday, I managed to make most of the bruising disappear by Tuesday morning. Just thought I'd share that with you, dear friends, in case you ever find yourself in a similar position.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
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Ah, indeed. When you announced your colonoscopy it did not occur to me that due to the location of the insertion, bruises might show.
I personally do not like spanking to the point of lasting marks. Redness, sure, but bruises, no.
Still, I had never thought about the possibility of a revealing medical procedure afterwards...
How about other occasions to show skin, such as going to the swimming pool?
It's a bit like when a mother tells her child to be clean and wear clean clothes even in hidden parts, just in case the child has an accident and ends up in the hospital! (Well, frankly, if you have an accident and end up in ER, you do not quite think about having unclean underwear, in my personal experience.)
Yes, I would imagine someone might have asked you a few questions about obvious bruises during a medical procedure. Arnica gel really works?
Marie -- Yes, for me bruising has been something I've had to think about a few times when I've had a doctor's appointment that deals with my pelvis. So far I've either been smart enough not to get spanked right beforehand, or I haven't needed to change into a gown. I'm also very lucky that I'm totally out about my fetish to my massage therapist/acupuncturist.
And ya know, I have thought of that saying about wearing clean underwear a few times when I've ended up in the hospital while bruised. :::grin:: Thankfully so far my ass has not garnered much attention during those visits. ;-)
Marianne -- Yep it really does. I've had some doozy bruises from either bad sticks for IVs or just banging my leg or hand on something. Slathering it with the arnica gel as soon as possible really helps. Icing, of course, is also very helpful at bringing swelling down. And heat -- 48 hours afterwards -- seems to disperse the coloring.
Arnica gel works wonders, definitely.
Natty, I've read you for ages, and I apologize if I'm forgetting something, but ... have you been tested for celiac disease? Because it is a thing which causes (amongst other things) chronic digestive and intestinal issues. (I have it).
It does -- oh and note to marianne and others, get the gel not the cream.
No you're not forgetting anything, Beth. :-) I haven't had a blood test, but I did do a strictly gluten-free diet for a couple of months. My doctor thought that probably was enough to rule it out.
The gastroenterologist just reaffirmed that I have IBS -- which I've had since I was twelve. I was hoping they were going to find out what was causing this sharp pain where my abdomen and pelvis meet. But, alas, no. Ah well.
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