herpes virus attack again, very triggers
delta.tetra
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I just want to Spout some venom, triggers *********TRIGgERS!************
Right now I have a bit of pain a and some swollen glands and a bit of fever, because I am again subjected to a fierce Herpes virus attack. On my backside I have a patch of nasty inflamed deep blisters it stings like fuck and lasts a couple of weeks or so, this time is quite bad already.
I got this sexually transmitted Virus off my second wife, more than ten years ago. We went to our Family Doctor, I had been warned by my wife, don't tell him anything about me! My wife expected me not to mention her at all to the doctor, so I didn't even though she was sitting next to me as we got the Doctors verdict.
"You could have picked up this viral infection during birth. You may have been infected by your mother when you passed through her vagina and the virus has remained dormant all this time in your body. There is no explanation as to what may have caused this outbreak because, you tell me, nothing unusual has happened."
My wife asked the Doctor for a guess at any possible other route of infection. He told her that I had said I had not been sexually unfaithful and I had not known of any infection in my wife. The only other answer, if I had not been shagging around, was that I was infected by my mum.
What a load of BOLLOCKS!
Two weeks earlier one night I had been at home unhappily waiting for my wife to come back from work like always, but that night she was very happy because she had sucked really a lot of dicks and had a few more fucks than usual and she had earned lots and lots and lots of lovely money in a short time!
To celebrate she really wanted to suck my dick with no condom. What the fuck!?! No thanks! But what to do? Here was my prostitute wife descending on my dick like I was a john. NO WAIT, not like I was a customer, she FORBADE me to use a condom. Oh unsafe! Customers always used condoms, so she didn't want to use them at home.
So she's going down and inside my head my One True Voice says "No DON'T! I want to get my first ever blowjob from a woman I really love! Not you, STOP!!" But I remained silent. I figured it was easier to take the blowjob lying down and feel raped and stuff, rather than having to explain my True Voice.
Thirty-something and I never had a blowjob yet? And I don't want one now? Don't I love my wife? Why did I marry her so recently? Do I often betray people this badly? Surely I should have realised that a woman who has been giving blowjobs to men since she was four or five isn't going to change for me?
Anyway after I got her off me I felt my prick was constantly dirty despite frequent washing and it didn't feel at all good. After about three days I noticed the pain was getting a lot worse and blisters were appearing on my dick-head. Damn that was so sore. I got really ill trying to fight the first infection but carried on working my machine in the factory with menstrual pads wrapped around my penis to soak up the fluids and stuff.
Day by day the blisters got bigger and more nasty inside and the pain was killing me. I couldn't ignore it, though I tried, because my wife wanted sex and I wanted my dick left alone, especially by her. I didn't exactly enjoy being the home fuck of a prostitute but thats another thread. I stopped going to work because of the pain.
So we went to the doctor together and he asks if I'm sleeping around. Not that I know of, thus. Does my wife have any blisters? Not that I know of, thus. So, he said, it must-a been my mum.
I then went to the hospital to get a full sex disease check up. Of course a lot of checks can be done from blood samples, but they also took bits of my dick. They cut blisters from my dick so they could study them. They sent one of those umbrella things down my hole. It's made of metal, it looks like a little cocktail umbrella, it is inserted point first into your piss-hole, then it's kind of erected like an umbrella so the metal blades stick into the side of your dick tube, and then someone pulls it out, scraping the skin inside the tube of your dick clean out in shreds. More fun stuff to look at under a microscope. Fuck that HURTS!
I got a clean bill of health for everything except this Herpes virus. I really felt lucky! My wife wanted unsafe sex with me and she took it. I got crabs one time off her, that was another saga, but you can kill crabs. Herpes infection stays for life.
Later, years later, that ex-wife said, "Blisters in my mouth? Like painful lip blisters and inside my cheeks and on my gums and such? Oh yes, all the time since I was little, doesn't everybody? I thought that was normal!" Normal? Perhaps in her world. Oh, yes it is my world too.
Since then the herpes virus comes back to haunt me at regular intervals. The place where the patch of blisters grows has moved across my body in a strange migration. It started on my dick but then moved to the left, onto my thigh, then months later round under my left hip, it crossed my left buttock slowly and now the infected patch is on my right buttock just right of my spine. I hate this, in about another five to ten years it might have migrated all the way around my body and go back on my dick or something. That feels dangerous! Like, if this virus makes a successful circumnavigation of my under waist and gets back to where it started, on my bell-end, it is going to kill me! Fear! Irrational fear!
I get the infection flare up especially when I am agitated or upset and emotional about stuff. Like now. I guess. I'm in therapy once a week and I have a lot to think about. For me this stress makes my Herpes burst into action. I do take medicine every day which does help keep the outbursts fewer down the years and perhaps less severe but I got a big one now, and I remember that woman I got the infection from and the way what was taken and given that day and that just makes me feel worse inside. Dirty and stuff. But hey, I got to forgive myself for this too, it wasn't really ME acting like a normal adult in control of my own destiny, back then I was just reacting in a long chain reaction of disasters that started under my dads hands, in the bath at home. Like she was reacting to how she was first raped age two by her dad, then again and again all through her life. end of triggers***************
Right now I have a bit of pain a and some swollen glands and a bit of fever, because I am again subjected to a fierce Herpes virus attack. On my backside I have a patch of nasty inflamed deep blisters it stings like fuck and lasts a couple of weeks or so, this time is quite bad already.
I got this sexually transmitted Virus off my second wife, more than ten years ago. We went to our Family Doctor, I had been warned by my wife, don't tell him anything about me! My wife expected me not to mention her at all to the doctor, so I didn't even though she was sitting next to me as we got the Doctors verdict.
"You could have picked up this viral infection during birth. You may have been infected by your mother when you passed through her vagina and the virus has remained dormant all this time in your body. There is no explanation as to what may have caused this outbreak because, you tell me, nothing unusual has happened."
My wife asked the Doctor for a guess at any possible other route of infection. He told her that I had said I had not been sexually unfaithful and I had not known of any infection in my wife. The only other answer, if I had not been shagging around, was that I was infected by my mum.
What a load of BOLLOCKS!
Two weeks earlier one night I had been at home unhappily waiting for my wife to come back from work like always, but that night she was very happy because she had sucked really a lot of dicks and had a few more fucks than usual and she had earned lots and lots and lots of lovely money in a short time!
To celebrate she really wanted to suck my dick with no condom. What the fuck!?! No thanks! But what to do? Here was my prostitute wife descending on my dick like I was a john. NO WAIT, not like I was a customer, she FORBADE me to use a condom. Oh unsafe! Customers always used condoms, so she didn't want to use them at home.
So she's going down and inside my head my One True Voice says "No DON'T! I want to get my first ever blowjob from a woman I really love! Not you, STOP!!" But I remained silent. I figured it was easier to take the blowjob lying down and feel raped and stuff, rather than having to explain my True Voice.
Thirty-something and I never had a blowjob yet? And I don't want one now? Don't I love my wife? Why did I marry her so recently? Do I often betray people this badly? Surely I should have realised that a woman who has been giving blowjobs to men since she was four or five isn't going to change for me?
Anyway after I got her off me I felt my prick was constantly dirty despite frequent washing and it didn't feel at all good. After about three days I noticed the pain was getting a lot worse and blisters were appearing on my dick-head. Damn that was so sore. I got really ill trying to fight the first infection but carried on working my machine in the factory with menstrual pads wrapped around my penis to soak up the fluids and stuff.
Day by day the blisters got bigger and more nasty inside and the pain was killing me. I couldn't ignore it, though I tried, because my wife wanted sex and I wanted my dick left alone, especially by her. I didn't exactly enjoy being the home fuck of a prostitute but thats another thread. I stopped going to work because of the pain.
So we went to the doctor together and he asks if I'm sleeping around. Not that I know of, thus. Does my wife have any blisters? Not that I know of, thus. So, he said, it must-a been my mum.
I then went to the hospital to get a full sex disease check up. Of course a lot of checks can be done from blood samples, but they also took bits of my dick. They cut blisters from my dick so they could study them. They sent one of those umbrella things down my hole. It's made of metal, it looks like a little cocktail umbrella, it is inserted point first into your piss-hole, then it's kind of erected like an umbrella so the metal blades stick into the side of your dick tube, and then someone pulls it out, scraping the skin inside the tube of your dick clean out in shreds. More fun stuff to look at under a microscope. Fuck that HURTS!
I got a clean bill of health for everything except this Herpes virus. I really felt lucky! My wife wanted unsafe sex with me and she took it. I got crabs one time off her, that was another saga, but you can kill crabs. Herpes infection stays for life.
Later, years later, that ex-wife said, "Blisters in my mouth? Like painful lip blisters and inside my cheeks and on my gums and such? Oh yes, all the time since I was little, doesn't everybody? I thought that was normal!" Normal? Perhaps in her world. Oh, yes it is my world too.
Since then the herpes virus comes back to haunt me at regular intervals. The place where the patch of blisters grows has moved across my body in a strange migration. It started on my dick but then moved to the left, onto my thigh, then months later round under my left hip, it crossed my left buttock slowly and now the infected patch is on my right buttock just right of my spine. I hate this, in about another five to ten years it might have migrated all the way around my body and go back on my dick or something. That feels dangerous! Like, if this virus makes a successful circumnavigation of my under waist and gets back to where it started, on my bell-end, it is going to kill me! Fear! Irrational fear!
I get the infection flare up especially when I am agitated or upset and emotional about stuff. Like now. I guess. I'm in therapy once a week and I have a lot to think about. For me this stress makes my Herpes burst into action. I do take medicine every day which does help keep the outbursts fewer down the years and perhaps less severe but I got a big one now, and I remember that woman I got the infection from and the way what was taken and given that day and that just makes me feel worse inside. Dirty and stuff. But hey, I got to forgive myself for this too, it wasn't really ME acting like a normal adult in control of my own destiny, back then I was just reacting in a long chain reaction of disasters that started under my dads hands, in the bath at home. Like she was reacting to how she was first raped age two by her dad, then again and again all through her life. end of triggers***************