Body Rebellion, Pt 239423423742893423423....

[logansrogue]

Dear Bowels...

...Wow. Wow. It is now 2:14am. This shit started at about 8:30, 9 pm. Let's go through what you put me through, eh? For thoroughness sake!

- Cramps.
- More cramps.
- Nausea
- Cramps that are so strong that I felt like both passing out and vomiting.
- repeat ad nauseum.

I had a slight break between the unrelenting surges of cramping, in which I had cold sweats and faint spells. There was a moment where I thought I was going to faint. I had the toilet door open just in case I lost consciousness and fell on the floor.

I'm really impressed with the sneaky way it overcame me. Pain. Little pain. Growing pain. Pain reaching face. Then the screaming starts, cause that's all I can do at that point. Then my guts crush into tight knots and the unspeakable happens.

It's about this time I'm calling out for God.

I freaked my sister out. I freaked my cat out. We were wondering if I had to go to the Emergency room because the cramps weren't abating. I took a sedative which made me calm and sleepy as the TIDAL WAVE OF PAIN blasted through my bowels.

I was at a point where I was sagging on the toilet, unable to do anything but cramp. I was being held hostage by you, bowels. Cause even though there was nothing left in me, if I sat on the couch or in bed, the cramping would start up again and I would suddenly feel like I am suffering from the worst case of the runs imaginable. And I would run to the toilet, sit down and then very little would happen. It was like aftershocks of a horrible earthquake.

I never, ever want to feel that again. I realise I've been less than kind to you, bowel. I'm sorry my fibre levels have dropped, but my appetite suffered when I was depressed and then when I was sick and in pain. I will endeavour to drink more fluid and hold back on the codeine and the iron pills. At least until my Mum gets back and my diet improves.

You've won a mighty competition, bowel. Both my brain and my uterus battle it out in fierce competition to see who can bring me the most pain without killing me. Considering I was shouting, screaming, begging for God to stop the pain, literally, then I would say you won.

I am now shaky and messed up from the sedatives, as my body hates them now and acts weird whenever I ingest them. I am exhausted from the ordeal of passing my waste. I am wondering if this will happen to me again. I can only pray that it doesn't.

I'll make an effort to treat you better, bowel.

Yours,
Nancy.

Comments

[apolla.livejournal.com]

Peppermint tea, kid.

In the meantime: *hug*

[logansrogue.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the tip. I have peppermint pills. They're funny - they make me have minty burps!

[asweetdownfall.livejournal.com]

Aw, hon.

*hugs gently* I'm sorry you had to go through that!

[logansrogue.livejournal.com]

Ya know, I'm very sorry I had to go through that too. I aim to never go through that again. I shall eat fibre and drink copious amounts of water daily.

[apolla.livejournal.com]

I have something like that. The doctor told me about three times: "UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES LET IT BREAK IN YOUR MOUTH! IT BURNZZZZ!"

[logansrogue.livejournal.com]

My bowels are agitated by my endometriosis. It's like IBS, but the triggers are different.

[logansrogue.livejournal.com]

LOL. Pure peppermint oil? I would think that would suck!

[apolla.livejournal.com]

I think the phrase he used was "Third degree burns in your mouth and throat."

[logansrogue.livejournal.com]

Can an oil burn you like that?

[apolla.livejournal.com]

It's because it's the absolute concentrate of the peppermint I think. I don't know that it's technically a 'burn' in the same way as if you drank, say fire.

From Wikipedia: "...but the oil is an irritant to the stomach in the quantity required and therefore needs wrapping for delayed release in the intestine. Peppermint relaxes the gastro-esophageal sphincter, thus promoting belching. Restaurants usually take advantage of this effect by taking advantage of its use as a confectionery ingredient, which they then call "after-dinner mints.""

[logansrogue.livejournal.com]

Strange. Peppermint does not make me belch. It makes me sneeze.

[apolla.livejournal.com]

No, doesn't do that to me either I don't think.

[greteldragon.livejournal.com]

Oh man, that does not sound like a fun evening at all.
:(

[originalnilson.livejournal.com]

Ha, dude, I don't like to play oneupsmanship but try having that happen to you while you're walking to your car in the middle of Perth with a bunch of mates! Lol. I was screaming "I'm going to have an accident! I'm going faint! Where's a fucking toilet? I don't know what to fucking doooo!!!! Arrrgghhhh!" *Starts rolling on dirty Perth pavement*

[logansrogue.livejournal.com]

It was hell on earth. It was the most painful thing I have ever endured, and considering I suffer from a chronic pain condition on a daily basis, that is indeed saying something. I wouldn't wish my experience on my very worst enemy.

[logansrogue.livejournal.com]

Oh darling, no no. NO, that's horrible! I at least had the comfort of my own toilet. Though this was worse than my regular marathon bowel movements. This really was something else. I felt myself being pushed to the limits of my own coping mechanisms. I honestly felt like I was dying.

[flyingreptile.livejournal.com]

Have you considered divorcing your body?

Normally I'd say "till death do we part with our bodies", but these seem to be exceptional circumstances.

[logansrogue.livejournal.com]

With legs like these? No way! I just gotta roll with the punches. Or the incredibly painful intestinal problems.

[melalucci.livejournal.com]

:(

[zzzzsleep.livejournal.com]

[logansrogue.livejournal.com]

He-he. Xkcd. Something.

[zzzzsleep.livejournal.com]

Hope you're feeling a bit better...

[logansrogue.livejournal.com]

I am, much better. Endo still giving me problems but that's the nature of that particular beast. I'm overdue to see my doctor, though. I really need to get this nausea thing sorted out.