vaginal yeast infection
"Pretty sure this egg ovule isn't filled with medicine, but a tiny FIRE BREATHING DRAGON that has hatched and is now spewing it's red hot flames all over the walls of my pink canoe. I feel as if I am straddling an active volcano as it erupts inside of my hoo-ha. My lady bits are the new Pompeii. I'm pretty sure this medicine has turned my bits into a furnace. The only relief from what feels like birthing satan himself has been waddling over to my freezer and wedging as many ice cubes as possible between my sizzling meat flaps. The pain of this wretched excuse for medicine can only be compared to mistaking a tampon for a stick of dynamite. Best of luck to my fellow yeasties! RIP to our vaginas."