I have now been being treated for acid reflux for over eight weeks. With no results. My writing and work is really suffering from the fact that five or six nights a week I get three hours of sleep (or less). I have doubled the meds, angled myself while sleeping, taken pain meds, upped my fiber, tried dropping danger foods and the whole lot of it. And I still wake up in writhing pain, vomit my guts out, and pretty much dread dinner and the evening every night in case the pain comes back again.
And then my mom called. And mentioned that my cousin had the exact same symptoms. Except they removed her gall bladder. Which of course would not be made better with acid meds. So, I looked it up. And there they are. The exact symptoms I have. Which tend to occur in women between 20 and 40 more often, especially those who lose a lot of weight quickly or put it back on. (Which definitely happened after the fiance’ tragedy).
So, tomorrow, while I wait the three weeks to get in for endoscopy, I’m calling the doctor back. Because the test for gall stones can be as simple as an ultrasound. And because, minus potential complications, having the whole thing removed resolves everything (like it did for my cousin).
And really, the gall of it all is that I suspect if I had gone to the emergency room in agonizing pain and vomiting in the middle of the night they would have run the tests and I swear, found out and fixed this already. But because I’ve been blindly listening to my doctor and taking medicine for something that isn’t a direct symptom match, I’ve become a 90 year old who only talks about her feeble health and skips meals for naps.
I’m a wee bit pissed right now. I’m no google doctor, but I know a perfect match when I see one.