Monday, April 17, 2006
In the past I have had stomach issues associated with certain antibiotics or even steroids. About 2 years ago I underwent a series of abdominal exams, x-rays and various other sundry imaging tests to see why on earth I was bloating almost instantly upon eating even the smallest morsel of food. The gastoenterologist's conclusion was that I had something called "slow stomach". In other words, it takes me almost 3 times longer than normal to digest something. For someone who eats such large quantities as often as I do, this is unfortunate. Because of malabsorption, I won't feel full, and because of the slow stomach thing, I am full before I should be.
What I can't figure out is why I don't have the bloating problem all the time. In fact, it has been quite awhile since I've had a full-on "tummy ache" like I did when I was a kid (before we knew what foods I could eat).
Anywho, back to Saturday. After my usual breakfast, I was uncomfortably bloated. So much in fact that it took me an extraordinarily long time to find a shirt that would fit and not make me look like an expectant mother. Two hours later I was writhin uncomfortably in my seat, trying not to embarrass myself (i.e., break wind) in front of my favorite author. (More about him later.)
I had to excuse myself from the event early to go get groceries in anticipation of my in-laws coming over for dinner. Although I only need 4 items from the store, I used a cart just so I could have something to lean on. I was semi-hunched over, struggling against the pain as I pushed the cart up each aisle. I had broken out into a cold sweat and considered calling my husband to come pick me up because I was afraid I was going to pass out from the pain. Fortunatlely, I made it home (we're just a blocks from the store), but threw up in the bushes on the way into the house.
My gut was still wrenching. It was as though my digestive system couldn't decide which direction it needed to pass things. To be blunt--it passed things both ways. I vomitted for the better (or was it the worse) part of 2 hours. I had to cancel our dinner plans because I couldn't even stand. I took some ibuprofen hoping that the anti-inflamatory part of it would calm my gut. I also took some Simply Sleep to get my body to relax so I could rest.
Sunday I was still afraid to eat for awhile, which was unfortunate because we were invited to Easter Brunch to celebrate my grandma's birthday. I hate to pass up an all-you-can-eat event. We went, but my tummy was still quite crabby.
It's been 48 hours now and I'm still having issues of discomfort. Any of you CFers out there have similar experiences? I'd love to hear some possible remedies...at the very least, misery loves company.