Growing up, I experienced a touchy stomach. In my teen years I learned I could only drink certain brands of milk at skim only. I went about a month where I couldn't eat cheese. I would get terrible stomach aches. My junior year I had ultrasounds and an Upper GI test where you have to swallow crystals and they watch them digest. Nothing aside a odd nodule growth on my spleen was found. The following year (yes, I am a teen mom) I got pregnant with my son and stomach pains were increasing. At one point we thought I was having a miscarriage. Ultrasounds showed a mass in my gall bladder that could not be defined as a stone or polyp. Basically they didn't know and couldn't do anything as I was pregnant. Later it became a high risk pregnancy as I constantly went into labor...
After I had recovered from my csection my doctor sent mr to the surgeon. He didn't believe it was my gall bladder but decided to take it pending a scope of my stomach. They found white pockets and tears in my stomach but the test results were cancer free. So an hour lafter getting those in I was put under again and had my gall bladder removed.
The doctor had told me I might have to poo more often. I wish I could force him to follow me around. The first few.months weren't as terrible, but it got worse.
I tried the prescription powder and it didn't work. I went on probiotics, which made me gassy. I have kept food journals. I went vegetarian for a bit. Literally food itself is my trigger. Some things are a definite others are random.
I had a colonoscopy done which only showed hemorrhoids. Which they said was a result of the loose stools.
I can be sitting at the table and halfway through have to hurry to the potty.
For awhile I couldn't leave town. I couldn't be away from a toilet. I still freak out sometimes if its busy. I can't work in a job where I can't just get up and go. Part of its mental now. I get the terrible urge and pain and there not be anything.
I live on Immodium. A lot of it. I try to avoid definite triggers. I do not do dinner dates. Wouldn't that be embarrassing having a flare leaving a date sitting there waiting on me.
The other day I bought a diaper like pad because something set me off at the pizza place. I was in the bathroom 30 min and honestly felt like I wouldn't make it home.
Things aren't as bad as they used to be. I try peppermint tea. Fiber. Avoid things I know I can't have. I drink tons of water. I stay in my sad job because I know I can't go anywhere else I don't have unlimited access to the bathroom. Knowing I can't go if needed is a surefire way to make me feel like I have to.
I feel like I am barely living. After my surgery I learned 1 in 4 people have this problem after having a gall bladder removed. Which wasn't diseased as much as just had an imbedded stone against the lining. If I had known I would have been in that 1/4 I never would have let them take it. Those pains are nothing like this. And supposedly there is no cure. I want to live free of this. Be able to go shopping in places without public toilets. Go to concerts. Go on nature walks. Not have a dozen empty Immodium bottles falling out of my bag.
After I had recovered from my csection my doctor sent mr to the surgeon. He didn't believe it was my gall bladder but decided to take it pending a scope of my stomach. They found white pockets and tears in my stomach but the test results were cancer free. So an hour lafter getting those in I was put under again and had my gall bladder removed.
The doctor had told me I might have to poo more often. I wish I could force him to follow me around. The first few.months weren't as terrible, but it got worse.
I tried the prescription powder and it didn't work. I went on probiotics, which made me gassy. I have kept food journals. I went vegetarian for a bit. Literally food itself is my trigger. Some things are a definite others are random.
I had a colonoscopy done which only showed hemorrhoids. Which they said was a result of the loose stools.
I can be sitting at the table and halfway through have to hurry to the potty.
For awhile I couldn't leave town. I couldn't be away from a toilet. I still freak out sometimes if its busy. I can't work in a job where I can't just get up and go. Part of its mental now. I get the terrible urge and pain and there not be anything.
I live on Immodium. A lot of it. I try to avoid definite triggers. I do not do dinner dates. Wouldn't that be embarrassing having a flare leaving a date sitting there waiting on me.
The other day I bought a diaper like pad because something set me off at the pizza place. I was in the bathroom 30 min and honestly felt like I wouldn't make it home.
Things aren't as bad as they used to be. I try peppermint tea. Fiber. Avoid things I know I can't have. I drink tons of water. I stay in my sad job because I know I can't go anywhere else I don't have unlimited access to the bathroom. Knowing I can't go if needed is a surefire way to make me feel like I have to.
I feel like I am barely living. After my surgery I learned 1 in 4 people have this problem after having a gall bladder removed. Which wasn't diseased as much as just had an imbedded stone against the lining. If I had known I would have been in that 1/4 I never would have let them take it. Those pains are nothing like this. And supposedly there is no cure. I want to live free of this. Be able to go shopping in places without public toilets. Go to concerts. Go on nature walks. Not have a dozen empty Immodium bottles falling out of my bag.
