(Notice: This post DOES NOT contain any graphic description of the happenings with GP. This is only a description of my pain.)
For the past 17 years, my GI tract has consistently caused me pain over the smallest things. It absolutely never fails to make me panic, cry, or blackout from pain during some of the most important times of my life. Need to know the definition of Gastroparesis? Inconvenience and pain for simply existing with a digestive system. I would go more into depth about my life long struggle but I just had an episode and the feelings are so fresh in mind that I must document them.
Let me set the scene: I woke up around 10:45 am today and got ready for a blood test that required fasting. All goes well at the draw and I did not pass out or cry! I even got a cool pencil and eraser. Now, I’m very hungry so my dad and I grab a bite to eat and I instantly regret taking a bite.
The boss battle begins and my stomach has that weird lower cramp that makes you panic even though you’re home and have access to a private restroom. The cramping becomes worse and soon I am doubled over in pain. I can’t breathe and I’m losing feeling in my legs. My stomach muscles have taken all my strength and I can no longer move my legs to go get emergency medicine. I am now crying in pain rocking back and forth for any relief so I may catch my breath. I am sweating profusely to the point I must remove some clothing in order to breath. I can’t grip onto anything to relief stress and feel grounding so I did something I’ve never done before. I screamed. This had a similar effect as swearing when stubbing your toe but as you can imagine, the pain is nowhere near stubbing a toe. I am now in an absolute panic thinking I’m going to pass out on the bathroom floor while home alone. So what would any sick person do in times of need? They call their mom. I do not understand the science behind talking to your mother or comforting figure in times of pain and stress and feeling relief but it works. The pain eases up and I’m able to move again. I pick myself and hobble back to my bedroom where I now lay, curled in a ball.
So now I ask, is this normal people pain?