Seeing as I now have some spare time - it's substantial update time!
I love my stomach and my stomach loves me. Just to show me how much it loves me, it bleeds! That stomach problem o' mine has become worse. From what the urgent care doctor could determine, my stomach likes to produce acid just a tad too much. Scratch that. WAY too much. This happy little stomach acid frenzy has been going on longer than I would have thought, because I have a stomach ulcer from it. Oh joy! Not just a piddly little ulcer either, it's a nice fat ulcer, which now bleeds. Blood filled vomit is yum.
Yeah, I spent part of last Friday in the urgent care unit at the nearest hospital. Rather lame. Rather boring. Rather painful. At least I now know what the hell is wrong with my stomach.
This is where the chalky pills come in!
Chalky pills and potential diet modification. Stupid. I'm honestly ticked at my stomach for this one. I treat it good and this is how I'm repaid. What a jerk.
The high amount of acid is a possible reason for me eating so much too. The doctor figures my stomach is trying to use it up any way possible. Guess that's why I eat and eat AND eat, yet never gain weight. My mom says I should be happy about that.
It's also a possible reason for my inability to remain asleep. Acid reflux. Gag. Literally.
My last few days have been fabulous though, other than my stomach loathing me.
I'm going to smother myself in comfort. To bed. To bed I said! Just for a little while.
(Write some interesting life stories for me to read, please? I like hearing about other people's life events. Especially the type of events that are never forgotten - whether good or bad.)
I love my stomach and my stomach loves me. Just to show me how much it loves me, it bleeds! That stomach problem o' mine has become worse. From what the urgent care doctor could determine, my stomach likes to produce acid just a tad too much. Scratch that. WAY too much. This happy little stomach acid frenzy has been going on longer than I would have thought, because I have a stomach ulcer from it. Oh joy! Not just a piddly little ulcer either, it's a nice fat ulcer, which now bleeds. Blood filled vomit is yum.
Yeah, I spent part of last Friday in the urgent care unit at the nearest hospital. Rather lame. Rather boring. Rather painful. At least I now know what the hell is wrong with my stomach.
This is where the chalky pills come in!
Chalky pills and potential diet modification. Stupid. I'm honestly ticked at my stomach for this one. I treat it good and this is how I'm repaid. What a jerk.
The high amount of acid is a possible reason for me eating so much too. The doctor figures my stomach is trying to use it up any way possible. Guess that's why I eat and eat AND eat, yet never gain weight. My mom says I should be happy about that.
It's also a possible reason for my inability to remain asleep. Acid reflux. Gag. Literally.
My last few days have been fabulous though, other than my stomach loathing me.
I'm going to smother myself in comfort. To bed. To bed I said! Just for a little while.
(Write some interesting life stories for me to read, please? I like hearing about other people's life events. Especially the type of events that are never forgotten - whether good or bad.)
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But, when it comes to telling a story in autobiographical fashion, I just plain suck. I tried it, twice. Oh yes, twice. And it made me sick. I caved. I succumbed to my weakness and had given up. I didn't want to disapoint though, and so here is my story somewhat... abridged.
So several years ago I went to this concert I'd been looking forward too all year - Pumpkins, APC, whatever. Beautiful weather, great music, and when it can't get any better, I meet this girl near the pit. We talk and flirt, and end up spending the whole Pumpkins set pretty much attached. Let me tell you, the excitement of a first date, in a mosh pit at a festival, at night, while the Pumpkins play "Drown" right in front of you is magic. We kiss and part ways, but damn! Forgot to get her number! And shes gone... I panic, and when I get home I can't think of anything but the festival boards. So I post, and a few days later I get an email! We ended up dating for 8 months.
And on the one year anniversary of when we met, after getting home from another festival, I hooked up with another girl. Lucky day that August 11th.
Get well soon!