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

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I've been in hospital for a small procedure which left me with lots of trapped wind. I've been home for 2 days, turned over In bed this afternoon and did a completely silent but REALLY long burp which felt like it deflated my whole body and all the pain in my upper back and shoulders just went. It felt so relieving and satisfying.
My sister once pulled a hair from her foot only to find it was really long and had somehow wound over and under every toe and when she pulled it , she felt it on each one.

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

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

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

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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.

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

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! 😆

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!

Breastfeeding an ant!!!!

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

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.

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.

@Stillatitlikerabbits

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

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!

My husband did a massive fart in bed, I managed to instantly produce an equally massive one right back at him. I was so proud it was glorious.

I had a bathLothian (deffo wrong spelling sorry) cyst on my downstairs, it eventually became squeezable and getting everything out (that had been in there for 5+years!) was epic. Longest loo break at work ever

I once had some kind massive spot/black head right in that area between where the base of the nose/nostril meets your cheek. It was really, really painful and it hurt with any movement of my mouth/face generally. It absolutely had to be popped.

Except, it didn't pop - when I squeezed it this huge, black,, rice-grain sized "seed" came out of the sore area and left quite a large hole afterwards that wouldn't stop bleeding for a few hours. The relief was incredible! It was sore for a few days after as you'd expect, but it was well worth it. Never had anything like that happen since.

I also suffer from on and off really bad constipation...as many have already mentioned, when you've had it really badly and you finally pass a huge stool is always such an amazing relief and you think how did I pass that!? 😅

Before seatbelts and laminated windscreens a mate went through a windscreen and tiny bits of glass travelled through his body and for years he'd get little white heads with glass in them.

I can totally believe this.
I have a friend in his 60s who was in a car accident in his 20s. This past few weeks, he has had glass appear in his hand that is coming to the surface now.

When this happens, how does it not damage the body along its travels?

Don’t know, but I remember this happening to a man who had a bullet or piece of shrapnel in his head. Years later, he was in the bath when he felt it come down through his palate into his mouth.

The amazing feeling of having your ears syringed, heaven!

OMG! That's wild!

Thank you, that was a really interesting article.

I had only ever heard of it referred to as 'frission' before, which, I think, refers to the actual physical effects on the body.

I am going to see my absolute favourite singer next week and I just know that the moment he starts singing, my body will have this reaction. I often wonder if anyone else in the audience is going through the same thing!