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The 10-Second Bathroom Swap People With Hemorrhoids Wish They'd Made Years Ago

Marianne Hollis

Written by Marianne Hollis · Portland, OR

A bathroom cabinet shelf with tubes of hemorrhoid cream, a jar of petroleum jelly, a blister pack of pills, a pack of flushable wipes, and a bottle of witch hazel.

I am going to say something that the entire hemorrhoid aisle at your pharmacy would rather I kept to myself.

The cream is not the problem. The fiber is not the problem. The sitting is not really the problem either.

The problem is what you reach for afterwards.

For years I treated the symptom and never once questioned the part of the routine I repeated four or five times a day, every single day, on skin that was already raw.

If you are reading this with a tube of something in your bathroom cabinet that works for about an hour, or a pack of wipes you buy on repeat, or you have started quietly dreading the bathroom itself — the next five minutes are worth your time.

My name is Marianne Hollis. I am 54, I live in Portland, and I am not a doctor. I am just someone who put up with this for longer than I should have and eventually changed one thing.

The night I finally admitted it wasn't getting better

A pre-dawn view through a bedroom window onto a quiet suburban street.

It was a Thursday. I had been awake since four, propped on one hip, doing the arithmetic on how many hours until I could take another warm bath.

I had done everything the internet tells you to do. More water. More fiber. Less time on the toilet. Witch hazel pads. Two different creams. A cushion I was embarrassed to own.

All of it helped a little. None of it held.

And what nagged at me was the pattern. Every evening things would calm down. Every next morning I was back where I started. Something in my day was resetting it, over and over.

The realization that made me feel ridiculous

A hand with a fresh graze on the back, resting on a wooden table next to a crumpled paper napkin.

If I had a graze on my hand, I wouldn't sand it with a napkin four times a day and then wonder why it stayed angry.

Dry toilet paper is so universal it stops registering as a choice. You do not decide to use it. It is simply there, and it has been there your whole life.

But look at what it actually is.

Skin that is already inflamed and tender. Dry paper. Pressed against it and dragged. Then again a few hours later. Then again tomorrow.

I want to be careful here, because I am not a clinician and this is not a diagnosis. But once the thought occurred to me, it was impossible to unthink.

Water was the obvious answer — and completely impractical

A wrench resting on a folded blue towel on a tiled bathroom floor next to the base of a toilet.

Most of the world washes instead of wiping. It is not a fringe idea. The problem is what it asks of you in a normal Western bathroom.

A plumbed bidet means a plumber, a renovation and a bathroom big enough to hold one.

A bidet seat attachment means a permanent fitting, a conversation with everyone else in the house, and a solution that never leaves the building.

And home was only half of it. Work was the other half. Travel was the other half. Every hour I spent away from my own bathroom undid the progress of the night before.

What I wanted was almost embarrassingly simple: warm water, wherever I happened to be, with no project attached.

What RinseMate actually is

It is not a bottle you squeeze. That was the version I bought first, and it didn't work — I'll come back to why.

There's a tank that holds two and a half litres and stands on the floor beside the toilet. A hose runs up from it to a wand you hold. Inside, a small electric pump.

  1. Fill it — warm water, as warm as you want it.
  2. Press the button — a steady stream at a pressure you set, for as long as you need. Your hand isn't doing the work, so it doesn't fade halfway through.
  3. Pat dry — once, gently.

Nothing connects to your plumbing, because the water comes from the tank. No plumber, no drilling, no permanent fitting, and it came with me when I moved.

Why the bottle didn't work

Nine dollars, and it was better than paper, and it still wasn't right. It took me a while to work out why, and it turned out to be two things.

Warm water helps. A bottle holds whatever came out of the tap two minutes ago, going cold in your hand.

And pressure matters in the opposite direction to the one you'd guess — gentle and steady does more than forceful does. A squeeze gives you a spike and then nothing, and squeezing harder just means pressing harder on something that's already sore.

The tank and the pump aren't a fancy version of the bottle. They're the only way I found to actually control those two things.

A light blue handheld squeeze bidet bottle on a white bathroom sink next to a folded towel.
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It came with me

When I moved apartments it went in a box and came too. Nothing to uninstall, nothing to explain to a landlord, nothing left behind.

It also travels — it packs in a suitcase and works in a hotel bathroom the same way it works at home, because it doesn't need anything from the room it's in.

The irritation stopped getting reapplied five times a day.

What changed — and what I am careful not to claim

A smiling couple walking together on a sunny suburban sidewalk lined with trees and houses.

This is the point where these articles usually stop being honest, so let me be precise.

Switching how I clean did not cure anything. It is not a treatment and I will not describe it as one. If something is wrong, a doctor is still the person to see, and I saw mine.

What it did was remove a source of irritation I had been reapplying several times a day without thinking about it. Whatever was going on down there finally got left alone long enough to settle.

That is a smaller claim than the ones you usually read. It is also the only one I am willing to make.

The second change was less physical. There is a particular low-grade dread that comes with knowing something is going to hurt a little, several times a day, indefinitely. Losing that was worth more than I expected.

What other people said

"I have been suffering from Crohn's disease for around 20 years now and my 'toilet' issues have been the most distressing... Constant wiping from toilet tissue has caused me pain, bleeding and sores. Now I have the Rinsemate I don't need to worry about that... What an incredible feeling it is knowing I don't have to battle with this part of my disease anymore."

— Gill McNally · Verified review on Trustpilot

"It was really a relief from toilet paper after a 2 month bout of diarrhea."

— Patty Campbell · Verified review on Trustpilot

"It doesn't matter whether you need it because of bowel issues, incontinence, periods or just wanting to feel fresh — Rinsemate has you covered front to back."

— Niki Morrison · Verified review on Trustpilot

"I was initially reluctant to order... in case it was an overpriced, low quality gadget but I'm so glad I did. Robust, high quality portable bidet that really does the job. Never felt cleaner."

— Colin Savill · Verified review on Trustpilot

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Now compare that to what the alternatives cost

I added it up once, out of curiosity. The arithmetic was not flattering.

The 30-day "send it back" guarantee

There is a 30-day money-back guarantee, which is the only reason I was willing to try it at all.

Either the difference is obvious to you within a few weeks or it is not. If it is not, you send it back.

It arrives in discreet packaging, which for this particular product is not a trivial detail.

Here is exactly what to do next

Tap the button below. It takes you straight to RinseMate on the official site, where you can see the current price and options.

A RinseMate portable bidet with a 2.5-litre floor tank connected by a hose to a handheld wand, standing beside a white toilet in a tiled bathroom.
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With warmth,

Marianne Hollis
Portland, OR

P.S. The thing I underestimated was how much of this was mental. Not dreading the bathroom is its own kind of relief.

P.P.S. If you are already seeing a doctor about this, keep seeing them. This changes how you clean, not what they are treating.