I assume that it is not normal to feel like everything inside my abdomen is a rotten mess.
Am I right?
Most people don’t actually FEEL gut sick.
We aren’t supposed to normally notice our guts. They’re just
there, inside our bodies, doing what they do best. Passing food along,
extracting nutrients and kicking the waste to the curb. Voila right? Seems so
Food goes in the top and makes it’s way down to the stomach.
You know it takes an average of 7 seconds for food to travel down the esophagus
and into the stomach? Maybe we burp. Maybe there’s a gurgle or a grumble. Then
it passes into the long snaky ventures of the small intestine. It’s 10 feet
long. Did you know that? When the food exits the small intestine, 90% of the
nutrients will have been absorbed. One may say that this is where the most
What’s next? The large intestine is half as long and twice
as wide in diameter. It’s also considered the colon.
Then we poop. Repeat process. Continuously.
All in a days work inside our nifty lower gastrointestinal
For most of us… not including me.
Sometimes I get made fun of for how much I talk about my gut
health. Whether it’s laughing at me for pooping on my runs (back in the day
when I used to run). Or poking fun at my flatulence which I engage in myself. Farts are fucking funny okay.
Poop health has, unfortunately, always been a thing with me. Sometimes I have
friends that come to me about it simply because they know I will openly talk. I live in a world of nausea and upset.
This is why I talk about it so much, my friends. My system
doesn’t do what it’s supposed to do. I’m not sure it EVER did either. The
problems I’ve been having lately are debilitating. I usually don’t feel well
enough to drive myself to work and then sit at my desk all day but I do it. I don’t feel
well enough to get on my bike in the evening and a lot of nights I won’t
because I simply just can’t. I'm plagued with all day headaches and fatigue, sometimes extreme. My A1C went up by a little. My BGs have not been cooperating probably due to mal-absorption.
There is pain, I take pain killers. There is nausea, I take
anti-nausea meds. There is gas and bloating and everything nasty that comes
with that. There are tears on the toilet. There is hemorrhoid cream and ginger
ale. Hours of lying down and many times getting my exercise in by literally
sprinting to the bathroom. Sometimes, I don’t always make it.
At first it was
once or twice, then it was every day. I noticed instead of having
good days mixed with bad hours I am having bad days mixed with good hours.
The things that seem to bother me the most? Sugar. Fucking
SUGAR. A day full of lows leaves me almost bed ridden. A diabetic who can’t
tolerate sugar?! A friend said recently, “Someone
is clearly playing a cruel joke on you.”
I try not to eat – honestly.
Tomorrow I have a consult with a GI doc to talk about tests.
Down the face hole (endoscopy) and up the asshole (colonoscopy).
“scared” would be an accurate description of how I feel.
Why? Every affliction that has come into my life is almost always life long and
I wrote this for the sake of getting it off my mind.