the words 'severely abnormal' followed by there's not much we can do to help.... That's how my morning started, how about yours?
I'm messed up badly apparently. In two hours almost no food left my stomach and what did mostly went back up the esophagus according to the nuclear egg test. This is accounting for all my nausea and problems over the years. Sadly since I failed reglan (a drug that can't be taken long term any how) the only other options are just take it at night and see what happens (I'll try that) or erythromycin which makes me vomit.
It seems that almost every drug for gastroparesis is so terrible they end up off the market. I'm going to look around at alt therapies but most of them are geared to slowing down your GI track not speeding it up. I might try probiotics NOT in yougart since that stuff is so full of sugar and barely any probiotics it's not worth it.
ETA - forgot to mention the only food that WON'T aggravate it is mushy mechanical diet stuff like mashed potatoes and things that are nearly 'predigested' which diabetics can NOT have even if I were so inclined.
Cracky dream - I know where this one got started, with a yahoo article about this 32 story high rise in FL that is emptied except for ONE family. I dreamt me and
lyranglia were writing an article on it because that family had been murdered and were now haunting it (this is the dream part, as faar as I know they're fine). However, we were mad because instead of being sent to the one in FL we were somewhere in the north that had an indentical problem.
Our editor had gotten us a suite in the penthouse but when we got there we scared the little mousy landlady and she gave us a key to the second floor. Meanwhile there was a Patrician bitch there as well giving us a hard time for moving in. We started to go up to our room but the elevator freaked out and wouldn't move.
We said screw this and went out in the car to get the lay of tha land.
lyranglia insisted on driving and I can't tell you how wrong THAT is. She was going SO SLOW. I wanted to kill her but she wouldn't let me drive because she insisted we'd go too fast and miss everything. We went past one cemetery and it had cool stuff and I said we'd stop later.
Then we saw a mountain view that
lyranglia wanted to stop at on the way back and photograph too but then we hit the graveyard to end all graveyards. There was a bagpiper statue and I was screaming for
lyranglia to pull over because I HAD to take a picture and she wouldn't. This was the most morbid creepy Tim Burtonesque graveyard ever. There were shadow stautes, monsterous statues and
lyranglia WOULD. NOT. STOP.
Apparently she only drives in one direction til she gets where she's going. I'm bitching. She's driving and we end up at a ferry. It's very crowded. She still won't stop because this is where the road is going. FInally I grabbed the wheel and yank the car around so it's facing back the way we came, get out of the car and pull
lyranglia out from behind the wheel and take over
sadly that's when the alarm sounded.





I'm messed up badly apparently. In two hours almost no food left my stomach and what did mostly went back up the esophagus according to the nuclear egg test. This is accounting for all my nausea and problems over the years. Sadly since I failed reglan (a drug that can't be taken long term any how) the only other options are just take it at night and see what happens (I'll try that) or erythromycin which makes me vomit.
It seems that almost every drug for gastroparesis is so terrible they end up off the market. I'm going to look around at alt therapies but most of them are geared to slowing down your GI track not speeding it up. I might try probiotics NOT in yougart since that stuff is so full of sugar and barely any probiotics it's not worth it.
ETA - forgot to mention the only food that WON'T aggravate it is mushy mechanical diet stuff like mashed potatoes and things that are nearly 'predigested' which diabetics can NOT have even if I were so inclined.
Cracky dream - I know where this one got started, with a yahoo article about this 32 story high rise in FL that is emptied except for ONE family. I dreamt me and
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Our editor had gotten us a suite in the penthouse but when we got there we scared the little mousy landlady and she gave us a key to the second floor. Meanwhile there was a Patrician bitch there as well giving us a hard time for moving in. We started to go up to our room but the elevator freaked out and wouldn't move.
We said screw this and went out in the car to get the lay of tha land.
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Apparently she only drives in one direction til she gets where she's going. I'm bitching. She's driving and we end up at a ferry. It's very crowded. She still won't stop because this is where the road is going. FInally I grabbed the wheel and yank the car around so it's facing back the way we came, get out of the car and pull
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sadly that's when the alarm sounded.




