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This blog does include some educational information about POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome). However, it primarily consists of my thoughts, opinions, and personal experiences with this chronic disease. As someone who struggles with this disease daily, I am in no way attempting to minimize the seriousness of this chronic illness. With that being said, I would like to forewarn all readers that this blog does focus on the humorous stories that have occurred during all of the medical testing leading up to the diagnosis of POTS. I would also like to point out that I am in no way attempting to discredit any of the medical professionals I have worked with. They have all been wonderful and very helpful. I am simply pointing out just how difficult it is to diagnose POTS and the numerous ways it can be mis-diagnosed. If you do not find this site to be helpful, humorous, or hilarious, then please seek one of the other sites that is more fitting for you. I've personally never been a big fan of hate mail. Thanks and enjoy!

Monday, October 22, 2012

I Hope My Face Is As Pleasing As My Ace Was…


The next procedure I was scheduled for was an upper endoscopy, the first week in January (2012).  Since the beginning, I had been persistent that it was my stomach that was in pain, not my ace.  I was finally going to have the endoscopy to check out my stomach, diagnose the problem, and fix it.  I was totally convinced that since it was the start of a new year, my luck was sure to change.  However, any of you that know me in person, know that I have about as much luck in life as a guy with whiskey dick pleasing a lady.  


 If you remember, two months prior, I had completed my first procedure, the Colonoscopy.  It is very uncomfortable being in a small room with several people, most of which I had never met before, and knowing that they were going to be all up in your ace.  At the time, I figured I would never see them again because it was suppose to be a wham bam thank you ma’am kind of deal.  But nope, here I was again, only this time they were going through the throat.  I am pretty sure they did not recognize my face, but luckily I had a hospital bracelet with my name on it. 

So I am in the small procedure room changing from my clothes into the usual hospital gown.  I bend over to fold my clothes and put them in the stellar bag they let you keep as a souvenir.  Then as I look up, I see the computer screen is on and there is an ace on it.  I started laughing thinking it was another persons procedure or something, then I stood up straight and  realized it was me!  I turned around, and yep, there is the long camera sitting on the counter pointed straight at me.  I tightly tied the back of my gown since they weren’t going in the “exit only” hole and laid down on the hospital bed (where a many bungholes have leaked before) and waited to get hopped up. 

After waking up from the procedure, the doctor came to inform me of the diagnostic impression: Antral gastritis (inflammation of the antral portion of the stomach), biopsy obtained; normal esophagus; normal body; normal fundus; normal duodenum.  He then provided me a prescription for Nexium, which is used to treat GERD (gastroesophageal reflux disease), and scheduled an appointment to see me in 4 weeks.  Within one week of having the upper endoscopy, I was calling my gastroenterologists office complaining of severe stomach pain.  At that time he called in a prescription for Levsin, which is used to decrease the motion of the stomach and intestines and the secretion of stomach fluids, including acid.  The gastroenterologist had also received the results of the biopsy: Chronic gastritis (inflammation of the stomach lining), moderate; Negative for H. Pylori.  It makes sense that I was in a severe amount of pain, daily, since my stomach was inflamed and I was on numerous medications by this time. 

On January 31, 2012, I returned to the gastroenterologist for my follow up appointment.  I informed my doctor that I was still in sever pain and my stomach just continued to get bigger and bigger any time I ate ANYTHING!  He looked at me and asked if I was eating several small meals throughout the day.  I explained that I had been eating small meals throughout the day, but due to the increasing nausea, I had a difficult time eating.  He provided me with a packet of information on Gastroparesis, which included recommended foods to eat and avoid, and sent me on my way. 

By this point, I was really beginning to get irritated.  I felt like he was just pushing me, another patient, through like farmers herd cattle.  It was then that I started realizing that I was going to have to start researching myself to figure out what was going on. 

Turns out my research would pay off…or at least result in the most eventful Valentine’s Day of my life.


2 comments:

  1. OMG,you've still got your sense of humor :)

    Aunt A.

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  2. Wow....I remember that. To say you were getting "irritated" is an understatement! :)

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