To ask you what's the most satisfying thing your body has done?

The traditional way of doing it is to unfold a paperclip, heat it to red heat and touch it to the nail. DP's way is, in my view, much safer!

@Stillatitlikerabbits

It wouldn't have even occurred to me that you could do this! 😮

I got a big swollen bump next to and sort of between front hole and back hole but slightly towards the leg. It got so tight and painful that I begged DH to squeeze it slightly. Oh dear god, the pain. Then I felt this funny jiggly feeling and DH shot to his right and ducked. Utter blessed relief. He saw something shoot out but couldn't see what nor where. Both looked about the room and found no evidence. About an hour later we found a six inch streak of bloody pus down the wall, 12 feet away behind the telly. Now that's what I call a pressure release.

One weekend, was doing the weekly shop and decided to pop in the bookshop on the way out of the shopping centre. They had fluorescent lights and those buggers were humming like hell. So bad that by the time we left a migraine had set in. When we got home DH made us a cup of tea and got out the blackcurrant tarts we'd bought for a Saturday afternoon treat. My head was hurting really bad but thought a snack might help. Within a few minutes of eating, I was swaying all over the place with head spinning and feeling sudden nausea. I stumbled to the kitchen for a bowl but as soon as I reached the door, still fully upright, I uncontrollably and violently projectile vomited with such force that I covered the wall with the most unnaturally luminous pinky purple vomit I've ever seen. It was like a scene from the Exorcist as reimagined by Jackson Pollock. Migraine instantly gone. Amazing feeling of relief and I carried on the rest of my day as if nothing happened. DH walked me to a chair, sat me down and cleaned it up. That's love. Well, love and an amazing ability to remain unfazed by grossness.

I've told this one before, under a different user name.

I'd had this bump in my public area for months. It would itch for a while, become a little sore before seeming to fade away again.
I'd given it an occasional tentative squeeze but chickened out. One night, I'd just been for a wee and it really started to itch, badly itch. I felt it and there was a tiny pointy bit sticking out of the middle. I thought fuck this, braced myself against the door, put my fingers on it and squeezed really hard. Fuck, did it hurt and it was the most intense itching sensation I've ever experienced but I refused to give up. I felt a big pop. I looked on my hand and there was a load of yellow pus and blood with a jet black lump sitting in it. It was a mass of hairs. It looked like a tiny burnt twig. I pressed it between my nails and it separated into dozens of fine hairs, looking a bit like the tip of a kids paintbrush. The hair must have grown, been too weak to break the surface and grown again, over and over. It was gross but the itch was gone.

Couldn't feel anything from the drilling, fingernails don't have nerves, and the drill bit was heated in a flame first. DP was very careful, very little pressure as the drill was used, brand new drill bit going into a soft nail so cut through within a few turns.

Dear god was it not agony being literally drilled into? Was it sterile? 😧

Breastfeeding an ant!!!!

A few years ago I caught my thumb in the hinge side of a closing car door, the pain was intense but it was as nothing to the pain caused by pressure produced by the blood vessels rupturing under my thumbnail, most of the nail turned dark red and I was in absolute agony, almost passed out. My DP has seen this before and produced a small hand drill fitted with a tiny bit. Much to my horror he proceeded to drill carefully through the middle of the nail, there was suddenly a jet of blood that flew about three feet in the air and I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven. I swear that feeling was better than a really, really good orgasm, almost, but not quite, worth jamming my other thumb in the door to experience it again!

Oh I see, sorry @Thereislightattheendofthetunnel i thought you were doubting my stupendously useless general knowledge. I’m amazed I remembered the word though I must admit I did doubt myself and Google it after you posted because it does sound made up! 😆

I didn’t mean it in a rude way. I never knew it had a name. I’ve learned something from you today.

What I was laughing about it the description quoted in your post, because I can relate to that

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Me too. I was on antibiotic doxycycline. Had been on it two days and on the second day I had an urge for what felt like an imminent and very urgent disaster poo.
I literally ran to the toilet, whipped the pants down and let rip. A huge volume left my bottom in a split second. I though OMG I'm scared to look. Nothing. Not a smidge. Nowhere. Not even on the hole. Dabbed about with the tissue looking for any tell tale signs...bone dry. It had been entirely air. A massive column of air. Felt like it must have been several litres of air. Did not even smell. DH followed me to see if I was alright and found me sitting there with a very puzzled look on my face. We laughed our socks off.

Unfortunately, the aftermath wasn't funny because it killed my digestive system and couldn't digest food for six months after. Couldn't eat at all in the end and I ended up with heart failure caused by anaemia so severe I needed three blood transfusions, an iron infusion and a week in the gastric arrest ward. Yeah, that bit wasn't so hilarious.

It’s not a joke. That’s what it’s called. Gleeking.

I get 'exploding head syndrome', sounds dramatic, but it's just a loud noise you hear in your head as you're falling asleep, but it's more than a noise, it's like a sneeze in your brain, I feel it come on a split second before it happens and it's like a nice relaxing feeling.

It's very easy, just squeeze your tongue backwards and downwards sharply. You can only do it a couple of times before you run out of saliva and then have to wait a few minutes for it to "refill"! I may have practised this too many times during my teen years (I'm 51 now!)

I get really bad restless leg syndrome. But the pleasure I get when DH massages my legs to help with it is something else.

That happened to me once during a particular music performance. It was especially meaningful to me. I was weeping with inconsolable happiness.

I have a chronic pain condition and I couldn't feel it at all either. I was in another dimension for an hour.

I can do it intentionally - I remember being asked to demonstrate in a biology lesson 40 odd years ago!

A couple of years ago I had an absolute stonker of a cold. My face and head just felt bunged up, couldn’t breathe through my nose.

Had a proper good blow of my nose and all of a sudden my head felt clear. It was amazing.

Had to sneak off so I could have a look in the tissue and there was a massive, green, jelly like blob of disgustingness. God knows how it was even inside my head in the first place.

I’ve never experienced anything like that again

I had had a bad cold about 15 years ago and was feeling better but my nose and sinuses were still annoyingly blocked. I'd been trying to get the pfleghm out for days but it was stuck hard. Was keeping me up at night and I was generally grumpy about it

We were out for lunch in a restaurant, I went to the toilet and blew my nose really hard. The biggest lump of chunky snot in rainbow colours and different textures came out and I could suddenly breath through my nose wonderfly. Was such a relief, I wanted to tell my husband about it when I got back to the table but didn't wanted to make the next table feel sick 😅

An ex once asked me why i'd got a tattoo of a circle on my mons pubis.
I have not.
Sent her down there to get a photo and lo and behold big black O - after some time with a davy lamp and a pair of tweezers she extracted a 30cm long jet black hair that had grown round and round.
When it came out it pinged up and down like a coiled spring. Sort of wish Id kept it for posterity.

Had bad period cramps one day so put a cup in just in case. No period but passed what I can only assume was a polyp. Size of my thumb tip and shaped like a kidney bean, had marbling in it like a steak.

After it not happening for ages...woke up in the night, yawned and it did it!! I may have to Google how to do on demand 😄

My then 49 year old body got me to purple belt in karate - before I started martial arts, I did zero exercise & was about 3 stone overweight. I still find it hard to believe just how fit I got & what I achieved at pushing 50.

Ohhhhh this happens to me too. I did wonder if I was the only one to experience this and I am so glad you mentioned it. It’s like a wave of goosebumps.

Have you ever looked it up? It’s called Stendhal syndrome and it happens when you are overwhelmed by beauty. I am unsure if it happens in music too but I can attest that I end up crying more often than not.

psych-neuro.com/2016/04/04/does-everyone-have-stendhal-syndrome/

Y'all with the left shoulder spot - could it be from the strap of your handbags? 👜🤔

My contribution, not as great as some of these absolute beauties... I was swimming in the sea - got a splash in the face and my right eye started to swell up. Couldn't see anything in the mirror, but rinsed it out and took antihistamine and it calmed down after a day or so.

However, for months after my eye was just watering all the time. Then one day I was doing a hard workout and felt something 'give' at the back of my nose, which slid into my throat - spat it into my hand - it was a chickpea-sized white-grey lump which had the texture of a sort of flaky mushroom... Eye stopped watering after that. I don't know what it was, but guess some irritant had made a little skin-oyster of itself... I just hope it was sand or something rather than a small sea creature... 😝

you have me laughing at this. Thanks

All the posts about dislocation reminded me of a couple of summers ago when I went for a run and fell over a tractor tyre rut. Miles from anywhere I was flat on my face and when I got up I could see the top joint of my little finger was pointing at a 90 degree angle from the rest of my hand. But as I got up I stumbled, put my hand out to stop myself falling over again and the finger just popped back into place. It didn't hurt, I assume it was still numb from the falling onto it. I just thought 'that was odd' and carried on my run.

It still aches sometimes, but it's not popped out again.