AussieBrian wrote on Oct 18^th, 2012 at 5:47am:


Amen...

It's about helping people.

the nature of this substance is not providing anything practical. To get the bang you need, the concentration levels of capsaicin make the substance very painful and sometimes dangerous to handle and use.

You're missing my point Nolan.

BULLSHIT! You're an idiot.........vs:

That's not a high percentage treatment option, there are options available that provide relief for a much higher percentage of those who try them.

On the one hand, it's fun to get on a pedestal, talk down to someone, let them know you are the all knowing, all wise, omnipotent font of CH wisdom, and they are scum not worthy to post on your board.

On the other hand, the primary purpose of this board is to reach out to people who are hurting, and show them the many options available to ease their pain.

Those on this board who enjoy being bullies will continue being bullies. I've realized I can't change that. I'll always follow their posts with kind words and encourage people to stick around.

Those who think, "well someone had to say it"....you already know my feelings on that.

Joe

I've heard far too many with negative reports on this not to mention my own...very painful experiments with capsasin.

If you are easily offeneded, please don't read anymore.

This is a true story and it happened to me about 4 years ago. I have only told a handfull of people the tale, but I thought we could all use a good laugh around here, so here goes.

This story comes in 2 parts.

Part 1

A few years ago I had read on the board that the use of Capsapian cream or the cream that sportsmen use for injuries, would help a clusterheadache. I read that if you applied the cream to the side of the headache it would help the pain.
I ran out and and bought a tube.
A couple of days later I had the chance to test it out. The beast awoke in my head. I opened up the tube and smeared some of the cream to my temple, forehead and jaw area. I got back into bed and waitied for the magic to happen.
Oh my god, it made it worse if that is possible. In my pain, I used my hand to get the excess cream off my face and I wiped it on the bed sheet on the side of my bed. I kept wiping and wiping.
I ran into the shower to rinse it off, then danced with the beast for the duration.
End of part one.

Side note. Sometimes in the throes of pain, I forget what I have done.

Part2

(5 days later)

I was getting ready for bed and I felt a little...errr.......tense shall we say.
Being a chronically single woman, I need help to eerrr....de-stress.
So I went to find my "big man in a drawer"
I found him. Got into bed. I looked closely at "him" and it had a little feather on the end of it. (My down comforter is a pain). Well I couldn't be bothered to get out of bed again, so I wiped the feather off on the side of my bed sheet.
So I began to ...errrrr...destress myself.
This unfamiliar sensation began to take over my nether regions. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
My Lucy was on FIRE!!!!!!!!
I jumped out of bed as fast as I could, clambered into the shower, turned the cold water, grabbed the shower head and tried to calm the raging flames that were taking over my woomanhood.
Later, I was in my living room trying to figure out what in the hell had just happened. I called my best friend and told her the story in a shakey voice.
"Karen, someone sabotaged my dildo...whaaaaaaaaaa"
"I think someone must have dipped it in hot sauce whaaaaaaa"
"I'm coming over" she said.
Karen arrived at my house 20 minutes later with a ziplock bag and some cold yogurt.
We figured it must have been the maintenance men.
"I'm calling the cops in the morning" said Karen
She ordered me to put the offending object into the ziplock bag. "They might be able to fingerprint it"
The next morning Karen called me and reported she had indeed called the cop shop and asked if  it was possible for a vibrator to be fingerprinted.
I think they thought it was a prank call.

Well a few days went by, I had already got a lock put on my bedroom door, and Karen still had my "man" in a bag.
I was relaxing watching TV when all of a sudden it dawned on me what I had done. "Oh Shit"
I called Karen and told her, and we laughed till we cried.
My Lucy has never really been the same ;

Hi all,

I just wanted to get this out there because as a sufferer I will so anything to help anyone, these headaches are a living hell!

Now maybe those snivelin bout Potters style will quit whinin.