When a girl has really watery, explosive diarrhea, does some shit get in her vagina?
Since the anus in vagina are so close wouldn't some potentially drip in or maybe just get in?
if sitting on a toilet, it's incredibly unlikely. the force with which truly watery diarrhea exits is enough to prevent almost all chance of there being enough to get there.
however, since we're talking about explosive watery stool, sitting on a toilet isn't the only time it'll explode.
I was a nurse's aide for two decades. while the majority of patients I was assigned were men, there were plenty of females.
of the ambulatory patients (that can walk at least a little ebbs if it's with a cane or walker), several experienced diarrhea while up and about. and yes, it got at least on their external genitalia. luckily, the labia did a decent job at keeping things from getting inside the vagina itself.
unfortunately, not all patients are ambulatory. and losing the ability to walk often coincides with the onset of incontinence. so, bed bound patients would typically have some form of absorbent device on, be it adult diapers (briefs if you're in the field), depends level pads, or just some kind of pad under them (which ones were used varied by facility in nursing homes, and by personal preference of the patient in home health settings).
I can say with authority that yes, even normal feces can and will get into the vagina under those circumstances. and diarrhea is almost guaranteed to do so. and it ain't fun cleaning it out either lol.
this one poor lady was on heavy pain medicine (opiates). that lends a person to constipation rather regularly. here's the thing about constipation though. at some point it's coming out even if it takes surgery to do so. and the first action us usually a stool softener. if that fails, you step up to a laxative most of the time ( the ones usually prescribed would be sugar based since they cause less cramping).
there's other steps after that, but this lady didn't need them.
after four days without a bm, she cut loose. due to her medical conditions, a bed side commode wasn't an option, and a bed pan wasn't feasible unless she could give warning (and being incontinent that was unlikely).
I was getting her bath supplies together when she started yelling " uhoh! uhoh! uhoh! ohhhhhh noooooo!" I was maybe twelve feet away in the bathroom and I could not only smell it, but I heard it. you've probably heard one of those long, deep farts right? the ones that sound like distant thunder or a passing semi? yeah. like that.
I pop my head around the corner. I turned right back around and sat down on the commode for a second.
I sighed. I got back up and got a few dozen washcloths, two rolls of tp, a bag of wipes and filled the wash basin. I also grabbed my mask and slapped an altoid in my mouth.
this all took maybe two minutes.
by the time I get back to the bedside she was still not finished of course. her briefs were filled to overflowing. the poor lady was almost floating in a pond of poop. the dear lady was crying and said "I'm so sorry, but it felt so good".
of course I laughed a bit, said that I bet it did and got to work.
ended up having to basically scoop out several containers (used an emesis basin) worth into her old bedside commode before I could even start cleaning her up.
I undid her briefs and almost gagged. now, that may sound like a normal reaction, but it wasn't. I've been wrist deep inside of bed sore wounds. I've been peed on, puked on, pooped on, slapped, pinched, bit and spit on. for me to gag was not at this point in my career likely.
you ever watch the south park episode where Randy marsh sets a world record poo? this could have been a contender. it wasn't the smell that made me gag. it wasn't even the quantity (and we're talking about a football sized pile of poo just in the briefs). it was how horribly covered she was. in places she was slathered in nearly an inch of raw, steaming poo.
yes, including her vajayjay.
we were going to need a bigger boat.
I started with the tp. took both rolls I'd brought in plus another just to get things where I could possibly move her to get underneath.
that roll got us to where I could get most of her skin showing again. did I mention that the sugar based laxatives make the poo extremely sticky? like really horrible molasses? yeah. it does that.
now, as you may or may not know, when one is constipated, the body tries to fix the problem. it does so by pumping water into the bowels. so, once you've gotten rid of the hard bits, there's going to be this water hell pushing from behind it.
yup. that's when that part cut loose.
some of it hit the wall.
most of it splattered across the bed (that I'd luckily laid several pads on so the sheets ended up fairly unaffected). but a good pint or two pooled around her. and that my friends was enough that her vagina was underwater.
a half hour later I was getting close to having her clean. her legs were clean, her belly, sides and tush were wiped down and nearly spotless. id gone through a half dozen rolls of tp, two bags of wipes, every washcloth she had, four changes of water in the basin, five bed pads underneath her and about five gallons of sweat.
so, I've started a load of laundry since we're out of washcloths and the sheets were pretty much wrecked. we're out of wipes and down to two rolls of tp in the house.
and finally, at long last, I'm getting done. I'm checking for any stray spots I might have missed, getting a fresh brief ready, etc. I start to turn her over to get fresh sheets and such under her (with a bed bound patient you have to roll them back and forth and pass the sheets underneath). I hear a squish.
I almost cried. I thought if I had to do that all again I was going to run off a cliff screaming "nope, nope, nope". but luckily it was just residue.
apparently enough had gotten inside her vagina and deep enough that it took moving her around to get it out. more cleaning. several phone calls. I checked with my boss, the lady's daughter and the on call nurse. this folks, is one of the few times a douche is actually a good thing. but no way in hell was I going to insert anything into my patient's vagina alone and with no record of why.
an hour after that, she's cleaned out and I'm being teased slightly by the nurse (though she agreed I was wise to insist on a female being present for the actual event). the patient is out cold, exhausted but clean.
I'm heading out the door since it was now two hours after my normal shift there. I take a deep breath (the first in hours that wasn't filled by the wonderful aroma of poo) and head to my car. I got into it and cried for twenty minutes. than I started laughing like I had lost my mind.
tl:dr a vagina is not a good place for poo.
