Those past years of poor eating habits have finally caught up with me. It seems kind of ironical that I managed to get through those years of one-meal-a-day unscathed and gastric problems have manifested only after my eating and dietary habits have improved. SB says it is because my stomach cannot get used to the change from junk to rabbit food – too much of a good thing can be bad for one apparently.
My gastric pains have escalated rapidly, and this week was exceptionally bad. The pain has kept me from work for almost the entire week, and even now, I can still feel the tenderness after bouts of medication. I think the doctors are also sick of seeing me. My boss says I look so pathetic staggering around half hunched over from the pain.
I hate chronic problems like this. If I had to choose, give me a good old appendicitis any day. Saw off the problem part, two weeks MC and be done with the problem forever.
Anyway, I have to see a gastro-specialist end of August, and it probably means endoscopy. I have heard many, many horror stories of endoscopy from various people. SB likened it to being raped when she went through it; the nurses had to hold her down when they inserted the tube. The first thing I am going to ask the specialist is whether I can have the scope done on anesthesia, even if it is going to cost me. If I am going to be probed like an alien experiment, they can jolly well knock me out while they are at it.
In the meantime, I have to bear with pains that come and go and be careful about food choices. Won’t eating out be a real joy in the next few weeks? And yes, that IS sarcasm.
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nononono you got it wrong.
i felt like i was being raped during the probe of my female parts!
the gastric scope was more like... erm... being choked alive? but the moment doesn't last. i don't think they are supposed to put you to sleep fully because your mouth has to be open and stuff. but you do get groggy enough to get only a faint idea of what's going on, and then you fall asleep AFTER. it's not really that bad i guess.
how did you get bad enough to see a specialist? goodness! welcome to our world. it's awful. i've been reflux-ing again lately. can't bear the thought of living on salads for the rest of my life.
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