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TIFU by ripping my vajayjay in the early hours on my birthday.

If you are not comfortable with the word vagina, better turn back now. Today, February 26 is my birthday (it’s also a big one). Because it is a bigger birthday I have people who want me to update them and/or send pictures of the “festivities.”

Without giving y’all too much detail. I had a cut that was healing down there. I am suppose to apply cream. Last night I was extremely tired when it came time to put on the cream. I overreached and ended up hitting the cut straight on with a lot of force. I felt it rip. As soon as I pulled my finger back it was completely covered (tip to base) in blood.

I was bleeding quite a bit and had waves of intense pain. It felt like I was sitting on a sharp cone. Then every once and awhile someone would come along and kick the cone.

After the initial shock went away, you wanna know where my mind went to? All I could think about was how am I going to explain this to everyone who wishes me a “happy birthday” today? Haha “You know, just in the ER getting my vagina stitched back together. Best birthday ever!” lol.

Well I wanted to see if I could just be seen in my doctor’s office. They told me to go to the E.R. Wish me luck!

TL;DR I ripped open my vagina early this morning. It is my birthday and all I can think about is everyone asking what I am doing for my big day.

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