If I’d have known I would have postponed the date. But I thought the meds had kicked in at least a day before, a perception I formed after dipping in a finger and vigilantly sniffing.
I detected nothing.
But he did, although he was too polite to say anything until the next day. “Was it awful?” I fretted after he told me oh so very gently that I needed at least a few more doses in order to be odor-free. Yes, he admitted reluctantly. It had been really quite awful.
On an ordinary day it doesn’t occur to me to wonder even once what my vagina smells like. But after having developed bacterial vaginosis twice in the space of ten weeks and inflicting its fish-like odor on two doctors, a nurse, my lover, and God only knows how many other innocent passers by, I’m now riveted on whatever foul wind blows forth from my nether regions.
“Why is this happening?” I asked between my spread knees as the doctor scraped cells from my innards. “Random bad luck” was his answer, and his directive was that if I experienced any more “random back luck,” I was to take myself instantly to the gynecologist.
I had to tell my good friend C. about my little issue, as she was the one who watched my children while I stomped off to the doctor. She had the good grace to sympathize as I left the house but the naughtiness to raise one thin eyebrow when I returned home and showed her a glass jar filled with seashells gathered during my trip. “Wow, these don’t smell so good,” I said, lifting the lid and wincing.
“Are you sure that’s from the shells?” she asked.
But I had meds on board and what I thought was a clean finger-dip when my partner came over. Finding out that my perceptions were wrong crushed me. I’ve so enjoyed feeling this man desire me–vividly, strongly, clearly–that I hate the idea of giving him any reason to find me unattractive.
I poured out the sad tale to my friend, who assured me that the issue will soon be gone. “But how will I know for sure,” I whined. “I thought it was gone before. Evidently it wasn’t.”
She is such a good friend that she offered to do the unthinkable for me. Yes, oh yes she did. Before the next time I have the chance for non-solo nekkidness, my friend is going to inspect me. She will brave the fishy pussy fumes in order to tell me if it’s safe to send in my partner.
I count myself blessed beyond belief to have a partner who will wait for the fish to abate and a friend who will check on my progress. Fishy vag or not, I am blessed indeed.
That is a REALLY good friend
Friends help you move.
Good friends help you move bodies.
GREAT friends sniff your fishy vag.
Now THAT is a friend!! Care to share?? :)
Oh god that’s terrible? Have you tried bending in a way to sniff closer? I can generally always tell like that
Life’s facts: One cannot tell if they have bad breath, or if their pussy smells. Unless either smells really bad!
Heeee! Dear AAG! If you achieve the contortion necessary that would enable you in, as Edie counsels, “bending in a way to sniff closer,” I demand PICTURES!
;)
She is a very, very good friend. I’m sure you’d do the same for her.
I’m glad you enjoyed your time in the Sunshine State! Wishing you a peaceful, prosperous, odorless va-jay-jay, New Year!
That story made me chuckle, if only because after breaking up with her long-term boyfriend, my bestest friend was concerned about how she tasted. Apparently he had remarked that she had a ‘strong’ flavor, which was of great concern to her going forward as a single gal.
Well after she’d told me of her worries over the taste of her girl bits, I offered to do a taste test and let her know what I thought. She was actually quite touched that I’d offer to brave what she thought was surely something quite noxious.
Turns out it was fine and he was just a lazy ass who wasn’t into preforming oral sex. His loss anyway.
Good friends like that are one in a million ;) Here’s to hoping you are 100% back to ‘normal’ ASAP!
Wow. That’s some friend, darlin’. Bless both your hearts.
Now THAT’s a good friend to have.
Especially because aab’s right. I don’t have a vag, but my breath, pits, and feet have to reach a truly epic level of stank before I can detect it myself. Your own senses just aren’t trustworthy in that situation.
She is a true friend indeed. Like the kind of friend who is designated to come to your house after you get killed by a bus to remove all your porn and sex toys before your family shows up to go thru all your stuff.
I don’t know if this will solve the smell factor per say, but there are tests that you can buy at the drug store to see what kind of vag infection you have. If they turn a color then you have that specific infection. Maybe that could be a way of measuring your fishiness.
I went to the doctor! The doctor told me what kind of vag infection I have! Lord I knew what kind of vag infection I had before I went in! Google “vagina smells like fish” and that will tell you everything you need to know! –aag
Bless my buttons, that is a friend, indeed. I am sorry about the repetitive fish-vag issue. I hope you’re all clear, for good, as soon as possible.
She is a great friend. You should totally hook her up with sex toys and things. Maybe even an in with one of your hot lovers….
LMAO!!! :P
Been there. Done that. Have the pictures. :) Thank you honey. –aag
mountian girl made me spit out my coffee! LOL. You poor thing :( fishy vag is never fun. I hope you have a fish free new years!
oh and hug that friend of yours! what a gem!
Sounds familiar. I didn’t even know I had an infection until my then-partner (FEMALE) said “You taste funny.” Yipee.
I kept getting BV over and over – even though I stopped having sexual contact with ANY other person.
I finally stopped getting it. I think stress does more to our bodies than is given credit.
for me, the hallmark of BV is that I didn’t even need to smell it *down there*–it wafted upwards plenty powerful. Yuck!
Probiotics, probiotics, probiotics!!! Get some stat at your local health food store, and take w/every meal, couldn’t hurt to stick a couple capsules in the ol’ vagina for a couple days either, as long as no one is visiting there anyways.
I guess I did not explain myself correctly, and for that I apologize. What I was trying to say is that if you cannot smell yourself, the strips may help in seeing if you still have the infection or not giving you some idea of the “smell factor”
Oh! Hm. I wonder if that would help?
:)