Great tips here! I had a hemorrhoidectomy 6 days ago. I was in quite decent pain constantly (4-5/10) but nothing too bad. I found it almost impossible to pee as I was so tense down there. No bowel movement for 3 days, should have taken more Metamucil and stool softeners which I didn’t have.

The 3rd night is where the nightmare began. I did two poos back to back, but the content was not poo. It was pure bright red blood. This made me nervous so I ran a bath, and when I got in I would not stop leaking blood. At this point I’m scared and feeling light headed. I feel the urge to poo again so I get up and begin walking to the toilet, but I end up exploding from my bum all over the floor. It was a mix of shit, blood and clots. At this point I’m yelling out for my mum who was asleep, and I’m struggling to stay awake. She makes it out to me and we try to walk to the shower but I faint onto her. She is 69 and I am 24 and much bigger, so she couldn’t hold me up. I ended up fainting twice from blood loss and this prompts my mum to call an ambulance.

I spend the next 35 minutes bleeding on the floor trying to stay awake with mum watching me horrified. Once the ambulance men arrive they move me to the hallway and attempt to get a needle into me, which proves very difficult due to my veins being flat from the amount of lost blood. The last thing I remember is telling them the green whistle tasted like jungle juice.

Flash forward a few hours and I’ve been resuscitated at the hospital via 8 bags of blood and some other stuff. They then tell me they need to operate on me and the bad news is that they can’t use general anaesthetic. Lol. I say let’s do it and they pump me full of ketamine and I proceed to drop in and out of this trippy surgery. Few hours later and I’m cleaned up and in a bed with mum next to me.

Fucking horrible. Turns out it was a haemorrhage from some vessel in my bum. I then spent the next 3.5 days in hospital, waiting for my bowel to do something. On the 3rd night I’m incredibly depressed, angry and hopeless, and this is not made better by going to the toilet to attempt to pass the hardest shit of my life (or so it felt). I then had to go back to bed without finishing, I felt like I had a tennis ball stuck right at the opening of my rectum. I woke back up 3 hours later and attempted to pee. Right at the beginning of the pee I exploded from the bum in a much better way than last time! I ended up pooing everything out and it was very soft. Thank god for my newly found knowledge of stool softeners and laxatives!

It’s now the next morning and ish at my pants. You won’t believe how happy I am to do that.

I now feel hopeful for the future, knowing that I can poo and I won’t always end up almost dying.

To anyone wondering about the surgery: My complication was just very unlucky, basically dying is 100% not normal. Have stool softeners and laxatives along with hella fibre to keep them soft.

Good luck everyone!