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i've noticed this after a long while, but most days i'll wake up feeling less impending doom than usual and then as the day crawls along i begin to feel worse and worse. most of my symptoms are mental ( i.e severe brain fog, intrusive thoughts, anxiety etc ) so its fairly easy to notice when i sense them getting worse. it tends to hit its peak in mid afternoon. i also notice in the evenings that i feel a slight bit calmer, and i don't know if its because i'm tired and my body is preparing for sleep or what. my main physical symptoms are joint aches, fungal acne and flaky skin, fatigue and a pounding fast heart rate ( along with breathlessness when doing very simple things ) and those also tend to fluctuate but to a less noticeable degree from the time i wake up onward.

I’ve been wanting to post for a couple months now, but talk myself out of it every time but I’m really losing my mind now. I have a doctor appointment set for Monday but with the terrible health care in my town I’m not very hopeful but hopefully it can lead somewhere.
Female, about to be 27, overall healthy besides the fact I’ve been overweight my entire life. I have had a really bad vitamin D deficiency for a few years but was always bad at taking supplements.
In November after a long car ride I got out of the car and my legs felt very weak and like they were shaking inside it was really strong at first and then it calmed down but the whole night my legs felt like they were shaking/buzzing. The next day I felt normal, a couple of months later we did the same long trip and the same thing happened; I told myself it would go away in a couple of days but it didn’t really. My legs felt like they were buzzing non stop for a few weeks, then the twitching began. I had made a dr appointment for the initial buzzing sensations and I got an ultra sound done to check for blood clots. The ultra sound found nothing. A few days before that appointment I started getting random twitching in both my legs. I don’t really remember where but I think my calves and thighs. I hadn’t even mentioned it at my appointment. I’ve always had terrible health anxiety and I was having some insurance issues, I just got married so the change over messed some things up so I didn’t go back for my follow up.
The twitching started in mid December and was only in my legs for what I can remember. A couple of weeks later it started all over my body. Legs, arms, hands, eyes, tongue, and face, butt, stomach, back, shoulders, neck. You name it, it’s twitched.
I’ve spent countless hours reading and freaking the hell out that it’s the big bad. It consumes me from time to time when the twitching gets bad. It’s so weird, it seems as though it happens in phases now. It will get really bad for a few days to a week and then calm down for a few days to a week and then repeat like a cycle. I wouldn’t say anything has gotten “worse”. I do feel like my muscles feel different. Not “weak”, definitely not clinically weak. I can walk on tippy toes and heals, I can pull myself up but I just feel like I get way more sore way quicker than ever before. Could be getting older and the weight of my body? Could be something more?
I used to be able to calm myself down by thinking it’s BFS but it seems most have a hot spot? Or only one area will twitch at once while for me it’s like my knee will twitch then half a second later my arm will and they will jump all over from place to place. Like I said I’ve mostly talked myself out of it being something serious by telling myself I have no clinical weakness, etc. but today I was watching my calves and they were just moving like crazy. Little pops here and there up and down my calf. Most of them I could feel but a majority I couldn’t. And seeing this has really really freaked me out. Since reading about *** more and more I’m back on being convinced it’s what it must be. Also, my hands feel weird a lot of the time, like my dexterity is off. I occasionally get tightness and cramping feeling in my calf, mostly my left.
Another odd symptom I’ve developed is eye floaters. Occasionally I think I’m having problems swallowing but only my saliva and I don’t know if that’s from me getting freaked out. I’ll also have a few days where my facial muscles are twitching like crazy and my jaw/teeth almost feel like they’re clattering?
If anyone took the time to read this, thank you and I’m sorry again for the long post just a fellow person freaking out and hoping a doctor will listen to them. I don’t really know what I’m hoping to gain from this post, maybe others who have had similar symptoms and a similar order of them. I don’t know.
I’m editing to add that I have been taking magnesium and vitamin d supplements for at least four months now. I started them back after these symptoms started and haven’t noticed a difference.

August 2020
- Start to notice symptoms
August 2021 - October 2021
- Undergo an elimination diet to try to see if I have food intolerances
November 2021
- See a naturopathic doctor – basically doesn’t help at all.
December 2022
- See a gastroenterologist in Colorado. (South Denver Gastroenterology)
  - Undergo tests – they come back healthy. Blood test = healthy. Don’t have Celiac. They do say that my thyroid is technically in the healthy range but to watch it.
January 2023
- Undergo a breath test – comes back positive for SIBO.
March 2023
- Take a round of Xifaxan – no improvements in symptoms.
May 2023
- Take a second round of Xifaxan – no improvements in symptoms.
- Undergo a second breath test – comes back positive for SIBO but with improvements in the test measurements.
June 2023
- Take a third round of Xifaxan – no improvements in symptoms.
July 2023
- Undergo the Ruscio Elemental Heal Diet for 6 days – notice some improvements in symptoms.
- Undergo a low-FODMAP diet for about a month – notice bad symptoms starting to return.
August 2023
- Pray and start eating without any restrictions – notice symptoms
September 2023
- Symptoms start to get worse.
- See Dr. Hannah Hamlin. She begins by prescribing me the following:
  - Treatment Plan for SIBO:
  - Triple Probiotic Therapy: Take one stick per day for 60 days.
  - Herbal Antimicrobial Protocol:
  - Biota-Clear 1b : 2 pills, 2x per day, best with food, 2 bottles of 60 capsules needed
  - Biota-Clear 1a : 4 pills, 2x per day, best with food, 2 bottles of 120 capsules needed
  - Multivitamin: 2 per day for 60 days
  - Supplement/dp/B07KCZ6CDW/ref=sr_1_24?crid=BE5KSKA02TSD&keywords=multivitamin&qid=1695244863&rdc=1&sprefix=multivitamin,aps,102&sr=8-24
  - Nutrition: Low-FODMAP Diet - see handout - Remember to follow only 80% of the time.
  - Movement: F45 2-3x per week, walk/yoga 30 min 2-3x per week.
  - Sleep: Aim for 8.5 hours of sleep per night on average.
  - Supplements: Continue vitamin C at home, hold other home supplements at this time.
October 2023
- The protocol was not helping. Dr. Hannah Hamlin then prescribes that I halve the doses of herbal antimicrobials and halve the probiotic stick per day. The Low FODMAP diet did not seem to be helping, so she told me I no longer needed to live by it.
- October 5, 2023
  - Started the entire protocol
- October 16, 2023
  - Started doing the half dosage amounts
- October 18, 2023
  - Stopped doing the low FODMAP since I was still bloated even when only eating strictly low FODMAP meals.
- October 18 - 30, 2023
  - Was going in waves of being super slim and then being back to super bloated again
November 2023
- November 1, 2023
  - Ceased all medicine to see if the supplements leaving my body would return my body to a balance.
- November 1 - 8, 2023
  - Saw great improvements and reduced bloating
- November 9, 2023
  - Bad bloating and constipation until November 11
- November 11, 2023
  - Excluding November 9, I had sen significant improvements in my symptoms. The symptoms that remained included excessive burping (even when having not consumed food) and light bloating even if I had not eaten.
- November 17, 2023
  - Meet with Dr. Hannah Hamlin. She prescribes that I take Psyllium Husk and Magnesium daily to combat constipation. She also advises that I reintroduce the probiotics and herbal antimicrobials from before at full dosages until running out of them.
December 2023
- December 6, 2023
  - Started the regimen again, and my bloating and constipation had been super bad since. The constipation pills were not helping either. Thus, Dr. Hannah Hamlin advises me to hold off on the probiotics and herbal antimicrobials until I start having daily bowel movements.
- December 16, 2023
  - After following Dr. Hamlin’s above advice, my body definitely improved, but the constipation remained. I am having daily bowel movements, but it doesn’t feel like they are fully getting everything out. I tried eating foods rich in fiber, running on the treadmill, drinking black coffee, etc., but nothing seemed to make a consistent impact. Remaining symptoms: constipation, bloating (not as bad as originally but still present), and burping even when having not eaten anything.
- End of December, 2023
  - Start using senna tea to increase bowel movements. I had multiple days in a row where my stomach was completely flat and healthy looking.
  - BUT, I left for Europe for a 3-week long study abroad trip, and now my stomach is back to being very bloated and constipated daily–despite using senna tea during the trip. I was discouraged because I was doing really well right up until I started traveling for study abroad.
January 2024
- January 29, 2024
  - Appointment with Dr. Hannah Hamlin. She said: Week 1: continue Psyllium Husk and magnesium for daily bowel movements. Week 2: Start probiotic sticks. Remember the first days can sometimes cause a worsening of symptoms. If by day 7, you aren’t back to baseline of feeling better, then decrease to ½ dose per day. Week 3: Start herbal antimicrobials. Follow up in 6 weeks.
February 2024
- February 3, 2024
  - Get an infection and have to take the antibiotic Amoxicillin. Halt all other medication until completed the round of Amoxicillin.
March 2024
- Continued the protocol prescribed in January, 2024. Within a week or so, my stomach was doing MUCH better after starting the probiotic sticks. Unfortunately, I got sick again for the second time and had to take Amoxicillin again. Then, my stomach was extremely bloated and felt like I had regressed. Spoke with Dr. Hannah Hamlin, and she advised that I continue the treatment described in January, 2024.
April 2024
- April 17, 2024
  - Met with Dr. Hamlin. Felt like my body was 80% better on a 100% scale.
  - She advised that I finish the protocol outlined in January, 2024.
- April 29, 2024
  - I had been taking vitamins to try to prevent getting sick again (since I had been sick twice earlier in the year. Realized the Iron supplement I was taking may have been causing extra constipation–so I ceased taking all extra at-home vitamins other than Vitamin D. I continued the protocol that Dr. Hannah Hamlin had prescribed.
May 2024
- May 9, 2024
  - Finished the protocol outlined in January, 2024. My stomach honestly seemed worse.
  - Met with Dr. Hannah Hamlin. She prescribed that I start trying to do core exercises to strengthen my stomach and that I try meditation…

Symptoms:

Constant bloating – look like I’m 7 months pregnant all the time
Excessive gas
Excessive bloating that causes discomfort and tiredness
Constipation

Not consistent but symptoms I encountered in the past:

Fatigue, tiredness
Brain fog? (not fully sure if that’s what I am experiencing, but I will feel out-of-it at times.)

Age: 37M white 5'8" 161lbs
Hi all-- I was somewhat of a heavy drinker late into my 20s and early 30s, otherwise healthy. I did have an unknown stomach issue from 2020 through 2021 that exhibited GERD-like symptoms (which was the remote clinical diagnosis due to COVID lockdown), but it mysteriously disappeared over the course of 2 months and has never resurfaced. I lost a good 20 pounds during that time and really was only able to eat bland food apart from the monthly attempts to reintroduce normal foods/spices/acidic drinks/alcohol back into my diet. I have since resumed my normal diet and regained that weight.
Buzzed my head this morning as I always do, and I never noticed these spots before (though I very rarely pay attention to the back of my head).
I am concerned that this may be liver-related and will get tests later on this week as I have also felt occasional discomfort in my right ribcage over the last couple of months (occasional sharp pain, 2-3 out of 10). Back in February, the doctor thinks that I could have pulled some sort of muscle in my ribcage and suggested I monitor over the coming weeks. At that time, metabolic tests were normal as well as GGT/total estrogen levels/platelet count. The discomfort subsided for a month and came back, so I stopped drinking for the last 3 weeks and, coincidence or not, I haven’t had any issues.
Have noticed what look like 3 small spider angiomas on the face (2-3mm wide, looks like a single capillary) and, while they could have been there for years, I just noticed them over the past month or so.
The spots on the back of my head are flat, not raised, and I don't feel anything out of the ordinary (no itching, pain etc.). If I press down on them, they disappear for a second and come back.
Pictures here and here.
Thanks in advance!

Hi there, Ulises here.
I'm starting my "official" carnivore journey today for a month. "Unofficially," I started 4 weeks ago with a "Ketovore" diet.
How I landed here:
I was almost fainting last month, almost like those movie scenes where one of the characters is about to pass out, and everything is shaking around him. You try to reach out your hands to break your fall, but you can't because your brain isn't sending the signals, or things get shaky around you, and you are about to pass out.
I have almost always tried to avoid any kind of fat because my stomach and my heart react to it and make me feel worse. However, I had no choice at this point, so I did a "do or die." I started adding different fats (nuts, avocado, salmon, anchovies, fatty meat) and also changed my diet. The symptoms improved and eventually went away.
But I still had all my other health issues. I had already heard of carnivore a couple of times before; it just seemed crazy, until I found this guy "Kerry (HomeSteadHow)." Some of the problems he had were quite similar to mine (throat closing, walking like a zombie—I know what he is talking about with this one—obesity; in my case, it's the exact opposite: underweight, very skinny, and almost no muscle no matter what I do). Only "fat ladies" will ask me what is "my secret." I've had at least three of them asking that this year so far.
Goals:
I have many health issues, but there are three I believe to be the main problems:

Neuropathy (extremities, mainly in my legs)
Globus (lump in my throat)
Gastritis

In that order.
I'm following this diet as an elimination diet, so I will reintroduce food that is not causing problems as I go.
Next month, I will transition into Ketovore and then try to move to Keto. It's still to be seen.
We have to keep testing and tracking, and then make decisions. (Although some people recommend staying on this diet for at least 3 months, but we'll see.)
Reflections and Lessons so far:

Cheese has lactose in it, and usually, symptoms get worse when this happens. (Dairy is a tricky one on this diet.)
The other problem with cheese is that it is quite delicious and easy to eat, and those two are a lethal combo for anyone, thus we overeat it.
People put too many different foods in daily, and it is very hard to know which one(s) is causing your health problems. Ten different foods at breakfast, ten different foods up to lunch, and five different foods up to dinner. Then, after this masochism, people have the audacity to point out with their fingers and say that "fish" or that "avocado" is what caused the problems. It is very hard to pinpoint which food causes the problems if you consume 25 different foods in a day.
The other problem with many different foods daily when you are sick, especially very ill, is that you are giving too much work to your body. Your body is in full motion trying to deal with all the food you are sending. Plus, some foods don't mix well or are harder to digest in combination (acidic + dairy) (carbs + fat) (sugar + "anything") or other combos that your body may struggle with.

Results so far:
Positive:

Bloating (or beer belly) is gone, completely gone! I'm surprised at how fast it was. I wonder if it is because I keep eating meat or because I took the veggies out. Testing and tracking is the way to find out.
Neuropathy, one of my priorities, has improved, especially on days when I eat red meat in high doses. It is still there, though, but some improvements were made.
Satiety and not eating trash food (processed food). I have stopped eating cookies and similar foods for over a month now, which is one of the main things this diet has helped me with. (People blame "force of will" as the main cause almost all the time for this problem.)

Negative:

Sleep (around 6 hours). As I mentioned before, I have struggled whenever I added fat to my meals. For those three weeks, I was occasionally eating fruits and some veggies, and I believe some nuts. That is why this time I want to stay out of those as much as I can.
Energy. I still have to wait for the energy benefits. It is kind of neutral so far. Since I have not been sleeping as much, I think that may be the reason for neutral or low energy.
Heart issues. I have avoided fat for almost a decade, fat of any kind, but I have started adding butter and more fatty meat. I get some pressure on my chest, tiredness, and some difficulty when breathing, which is what has happened all the time when I added any kind of fat. But I never took carbs or sugar out. That was the difference, so that is what I want to do now: take them fully out for some time and see what happens.

Disclaimer:
I will still eat some seaweed from time to time for my thyroid as well as ginger, which is also helping. As I mentioned, I'm doing it more as an elimination diet. If I add another food, I will update as well, I will be testing and tracking as I go.
I welcome any feedback, words of encouragement, comments, likes, dislikes, criticism, etc.
Thank you!

Hey guys, hope everyone is doing better than before!
Just tested negative today and I finished my treatment a month ago. However, I still experience some symptoms and not sure if they are related to this nasty bacteria. Basically, I still have more than usual burping, but definitely better than before. I started to experience muscle ache/soreness as well as joint pains. They are mostly around my shoulder and neck area which makes me suspect that my lymph nodes are swollen too. Has anyone experienced the same? Wondering if it's related to the bacteria/antibiotics or is it a function of mineral deficiencies. If so, any suggestion on how to improve? I will bring this up to my family doctor in two weeks. Will update when I hear what he suggest.

34f 5ft 4 HW 205lbs SW 180lbs CW 174
Week 2 on 2.5mg, day 12, into MJ tonight and would love to hear your stories about what it was that made you want to start MJ? What was the moment that made you realise you needed to get going with medication to support you?
For me, I have been up and down over the last 5 years. Before Covid hit I did about 6 months of Keto and for the first time ever got very close to the lower end of being overweight. It was an amazing feeling but I found it wasn’t a sustainable lifestyle for me and when I reintroduced some carbs it was a slow creep back up. The pandemic and working from home hit and that really impacted my weight.
I again lost about 30lbs for my wedding through IF and calorie counting. Since then I’ve had health issues combined with a sedentary job, as well as the loss of motivation to fit into a wedding dress, and found myself back in the obese category. This time though my weight stopped moving down, even with trying everything that had worked previously, and instead I was watching it creep back up.
My realisation this time was my boobs and stomach are starting to get in my way. It’s a hard thing to describe if you don’t have big boobs but when you hit a certain point they get unwieldy! I feel physically uncomfortable in my own body.
Every time I speak to my DR they immediately test me for diabetes due to my weight, and symptoms. I’m not pre-T2 yet but if I carry on I think I will be.
For me, my MJ journey is going to be about helping me to increase my exercise (I’ve already found this as an added bonus!) consistently, help me to readdress my relationship with food so that I eat a sustainable and maintainable way long term without yo-yoing, and finally to hopefully help me reduce my weight set point. I’m using it as a helper to create good habits.
I’ve never been a healthy weight so I don’t know what that looks like for me or, really, if that’s something I’m aiming for. I worry I won’t recognise myself, so much of my life has been spent overweight or obese I can’t even imagine what I’d look like.
I’d love to read your stories and motivations if you’re happy to share them?

23/F/Canada
Hi all. I’ve had this debilitating illness for most of my life and just got diagnosed this year. I can’t see a motility specialist until February of 2025. My doctor didn’t give me any medications or a nutritionalist. I’m just left to deal in the meantime. Out of every uncomfortable symptom, my main one is chronic nausea. It’s lead me to go from 110 lbs to now 89 lbs. My flare ups present itself as sulfur burps, pressure in my stomach and vomiting. Every time I get those burps I know what I’m about to go through in the next half hour. These incidents seem to happen months apart by the way. I was wondering what your flare ups are like? And any tips for nausea would be appreciated. I should also mention that I have POTS and so I’m a little hesitant about Zofran due to the heart related side effects I was told about.

I need to get this "off my chest". Obligatory "I can't include literally everything that builds up the situation or otherwise we'd end up with a War and Peace thick post.
Me, 35M; Wife: 35F; Sperm Donor 75 M; Mom 72; Aunt 72F; Aunt 2 70s F,
I used to think my childhood and home life was idyllic and great, but as I've aged I've realised how very, very effed up it actually was. It wasn't so much that it was idyllic, it was that I'm AUDHD and was perfectly content to be alone and do my own thing. Some of these realisations have coloured how I view my parents and family and I have stopped thinking of the man who's DNA I share as "dad" and more "Sperm donor" or "his name".
I fully admit that I have a lot of "daddy issues". All I've really ever wanted was a dad to do dad things with; learning how to do things like fix cars, going fishing, learning to drive, etc. Typical sappy 'Merican "Andy Griffith Show" type crap. I know that's not reality for most people, but it's kind of a sore point for me. Because of this, I've kind of spend most of my youth chasing after older males in my life like a lost puppy hoping someone will pick me out of the box left on the side of the road. I'm lucky to have found at least one person in my life who fulfills that role for me. He's only a few years older chronologically but decades older in experience and maturity.
I've learned a lot over the last few years about how things actually were as opposed to how I saw them. Examples being:
1) My sperm donor is a "what's mine is mine and what's your's in mine too"
2) My sperm donor inflated what he actually did as a "provider" and the reality was quite different. The home we lived in was paid for out of my mother's pocket, my immediate needs (clothes, medication, snacks, activities, school needs) were paid for out of my mother's pocket, and money that had been gifted from family for me to go into a college fund "disappeared" right around the time my dad decided to buy a vintage British racing car.
3) My sperm donor has his side of the family convinced he's father and husband of the year.
4) My sperm donor is stubborn. Not in a cute way, but in a way that's resulted in thousands of dollars of home damage, refusal to repair things for decades because he refuses to call in a professional, and literally refusing to allow his spouse to undergo medical treatment for two years past when it was deemed medically necessary.
The first 10 years of my life were ok, but in my early teens my mom got "sick". To lend some context, her mother also "got sick" when she was in her mid forties. There was never a diagnosis and an autopsy of mother's mother showed only a minor stomach ulcer. Both sets of grandparents are long since dead, any family on her side is gone, and I have no one who was around during that time to give me any input or tell me what was going on at that time other than my parents who have opposing views. Mom says her mother was just a very sickly lady but would also tell me stories about how Grandma would do things like steal motorcycles, get into fights, and do all these crazy things as a younger person. SD's version of events is that Grandma always "got sick" whenever someone in their family or friend circle had an event that might not make Grandma the centre of attention. My understanding is that my mom was expected to act as a live in nurse up until she met and married SD. At which point Grandma and Grandpa dropped dead in quick succession. I am also told that Grandpa took and controlled all my mother's wages from her career up until she met my SD.
Mom "got sick" in my early teens and it was on me to be the one to look after her. I was the one who had to help her when she threw up. I was the one to have to remind her to shower, change her clothes, get her meds refilled, etc. I'd go to doctor's appts with her and try to help explain what was happening and what symptoms she was having because unfortunately, a lot of the doctors were male and dismissed her out of hand. She did end up with a fibromyalgia diagnosis, a condition I also share and understand. The majority of her symptoms are stomach issues; ie nausea, vomiting, not wanting to eat etc. When I say she's had the entire gamut of gut health testing done, I mean it's all been done. At least three times. At one point the Gastro she saw told her that he'd exhausted everything and that there is no physical reason for her symptoms and that if she did not at least try to eat, he'd send her for psychiatric evaluation and have her fitted with a feeding tube.
I need to clarify that I too have always had gastrointestinal issues and not too long ago discovered I have coeliac disease. Adhering to that diet has eliminated the majority of my issues. Despite the fact they eliminated this disease as a potential cause in my mom, I suggested trying this and an elimination diet to see if it helped, but she refused. Her diet for years has consisted of white bread and jam, grits, coca cola, and tea exclusively. Occasionally she would get sushi. This is not an exaggeration. That's all she has eaten for years.
Throughout all of this, my SD rolled his eyes and sat on his ass continuing to eat dinner or watch tv while she'd go running to the kitchen to vomit, me chasing after her to try and help. (Mom would at least appear to get faint during these vomiting instances) so I would be there to make sure she didn't pass out as she vomited in the sink, then clean out the sink after her, then help her back to the couch and bring her something to drink.
It's been 20 years of this now. My wife and I have been living in our own home for about 4 years and I am no longer there to be the one to try and clean up the messes and fill in the cracks, as it were. My family has visited us three times, even though we live maybe 45 minutes away. I have returned to my parents house probably about 15-20 times to do repairs to the home. Right now, all "repairs" have stalled out because apparently having things like a functional and safe bathroom aren't nearly as important to SD as buying military collectibles, guns, and gourmet cheeses.
This January Mom landed herself in the hospital with a bloodclot due to falling and hitting her head. My SD didn't take her to the hospital until a full week after she'd fallen and no one called me for a full 24 hours after she'd been admitted. She went back and forth amongst the ER, rehab, and hospital for about two months and the result of all that was that they discovered she has throat dysphagia but no other underlying disorders. She's now home with a G-tube, oxygen, bedside commode, and an in home nurse that visit occasionally.
Right now, what's weighing on me most strongly is that my parents now have my SD's sister living with them and she is constantly singing his praises and talking about what a wonderful and attentive husband he is. I'm honestly enraged about it, especially now that more of the extended family, who frankly couldn't be arsed to return phone calls, emails, or snail mail over the last 30 years, suddenly have opinions and are lauding him for how great he's been.
I feel like I have this Monty Python 10 tonne weight over my head, because I know that when my parents shuffle off this mortal coil there is going to be a veritable dungheap left for me to deal with in their decrepit home. I'm mad and sad and tired and I honestly just don't want to deal with it anymore. I can't stop feeling irritated that my mom has basically just given up on trying to do.... anything. And had done way before there was an "excuse". Holidays are a nightmare for me because there's nothing this woman wants or like or gets excited about. She doesn't have hobbies anymore, doesn't like doing anything, isn't interested in collecting things, doing crafts, etc, even talking. The times I've been around her for any length of time and attempted to talk to her, she just looks at me with this kind of watery eyed and vaguely befuddled expression or answers with one or two syllables. She is NOT suffering any dementia or similar issues and has been tested for such. It's like she just... doesn't care.
I've spent so long trying to make her comfortable, happy, etc. Tried to get her things she liked or get her into things that would make her happy. My wife's mother is only a few years younger and is active in her community, teaches classes, does art, goes on trip with my FIL, and visits and talks to people regularly. As do most of my peers' parents. This is really hard and I feel very sad and lonely about it. My poor wife has heard it all over and over again and I hate bothering my already stressed close friends with my rants....

Hello,
I have always been rather underweight all my life, but the past 8 months have been debilitating. For reference, I am 23 years old, 4'9'' (146cm) and currently weigh around 70 pounds (shy under 32 kg).
My symptoms are not allowing me to eat anything. I have acid reflux, heart burn, a pulling/stabbing pain in my upper stomach area, nausea before and after eating, I have to try really hard to not throw up after eating, sometimes i feel like throwing up even without having eaten anything right in the morning. Just a few days ago I spent 4 days at the hospital to finally get a gastro- and colonoscopy done, and my results were "fantastic". They found nothing abnormal anywhere except for a small hiatal hernia, which apparently isn't anything that could cause problems. I still have to wait about a week for lab results. My blood test results are also all without any abnormalities. According to them I am as healthy as can be.
These symptoms used to come periodically and stay for 1-2 weeks, but now they are constant. Every day is painful and every day I lose weight. I can barely eat, I have no energy and I get dizzy frequently due to being pretty much malnourished.
Aside from the hiatal hernia I have no Idea what else could be causing these problems. What could this possibly be? Nobody in the medical field seems to take me seriously and they're all trying to diagnose me with anorexia nervosa when I do not have mental problems related to food. I am not scared of gaining weight, it's literally my goal to be a regular weight for my height and to live a normal life, but nobody believes me.
If anyone has any idea what else this could be and how I can further approach this please let me know. I'm getting sicker and weaker and I'm getting really scared.

Hello I'm in my mid twenties and I've recently started dating a girl and have had a lot of unprotected sex (stupid I know). Thing is I've had a flu for the past 2 weeks that just seems to keep coming back, just after we started having sex. I'm pretty fit so I'm surprised that it hasn't gone away. I've not had sex with someone in over a year and I read online that STI's can have flu symptoms but I have no rashes or bumps. I've booked a health clinic check up. What are the odds it's an STI? I hope I'm just being paranoid. It started as a flu with fever, aches, sore throat, cough that went away for nearly two days then it came back with a vengeance. I had a boiling fever, even worse aches and now my parotid glands are so swollen I can feel the fluid swishing around in my blocked ears.

Age 42
Sex male
Height 5'10
Weight 285
Race Hispanic
Duration of complaint 1 year
Location US
Any existing relevant medical issues none
Current medications Omeprazole
Include a photo if relevant I have been dealing with what now seems like gallbladder issues, my hida scan back in August showed a 86% EF I been complaining about pain on my left rib side for almost a year, wasn't until June of 2023 when I went to the ER thinking I was having a heart related issue and was dismissed. Forward to August and again back at ER with chest pain, arm pain back pain and warm feeling on my stomach. At that time they did a bunch of tests to see if I had a clot or something else. Everything came back negative including the US. Then I got a hida scan which showed 86%EF. Felt better but it didn't go away. Forward to a couple of weeks ago and back at the ER, after hours of blood work and US they found sludge on my gallbladder. Ever since I've had a bunch of different symptoms
Pain on RUQ that goes to the back, stabbing pain. Also feel it on the left lower rib cage.
A really bad taste in my mouth feels like when you throw up and have nothing but that sour nasty yellow goo on your stomach.
I had joint pain, tingling on my feet and toes. Skin feels like I have bengay on it.
Nausea, diarrhea, then constipation.
I have not been eating much since 2 weeks and symptoms are worse as time passes. I have surgery scheduled for the 21st of June but is this all related to the gallbladder? I been researching and reading and there are a bunch of symptoms that are caused by the Gallbladder but I'm going crazy here. ER doesn't find anything and I'm out of ideas.

My endoscopy isn’t until late June. But I’ve had gastritis twice before so I’m pretty sure that’s what’s happening. Or I’ve given myself a stress ulcer as my life did a 180° earlier this year. Doctor is ruling out a number of things, gallbladder and all my right side organs are fine. Possibly ruling out endometriosis with a lap surgery. My symptoms don’t seem to line up with gastroparesis but doc said we’ll do a GES if everything else comes back normal. Nausea is my worst and most uncomfortable symptom. Along with burning stomach, uncomfortable upper abdomen pressure. Recently I started to actually do better for myself. I’m eating the best I can, getting exercise. Using melatonin to help my sleep (& hopefully get some gastritis relief from melatonin as well).
Anyway.. now that I’m doing better for myself, I’m having more good days. But even on my good days, I’m scared. I’m terrified to eat because I don’t want to end up bedridden with an emesis bag all day, like I’ve spent many days the last few months. I was maintaining weight before, but I’ve lost 6lbs in the last week or 2. It is draining. Feeling hungry is usually my only relief on bad days so I’ve grown comfortable with it. And I know it’s making me worse. If I go long periods without eating, it makes my stomach even more upset when I finally do eat. I logically know this but i can’t rid the fear of being too scared to eat! Today for example I’ve had a pretty good day. But all I’ve managed to eat is oatmeal this morning, a handful of nuts and some dry cereal (it’s 3pm) I haven’t experienced any day-stopping nausea and I’m eating as if I had. It’s like my body is healing and my mind is becoming ill. Has anyone experienced this? It’s only been going on for a few weeks, so I’m not terribly scared yet but I want to stop this before it becomes an even harder issue to stop.
I also want to note I am in weekly therapy but I’m not sure how much it’s helping with this issue.

I have a headache, I feel like crying all day, I feel like vomiting, I have a stomach ache and I can't do anything because I'm always sleepy. The front of my head hurts and I feel like I have no energy, like when I have a high fever.
I wake up at night watching videos on YouTube or doing online research to understand if I made a mistake or if he made a mistake.
I can't have interactions without feeling stupid, I feel uncomfortable and I'm not hungry. I try to get dressed and put on makeup and go for walks, but in my head it feels like what it feels like when you get up and stay in your pajamas all day without brushing your teeth. My head is completely empty.
And I can't stop thinking about these 2 years in which every weekend he did cocaine and ketamine and all the girls with whom something could have happened without him remembering it the next day.
And I can't think how stupid I am for the fact that he said he wanted a serious relationship in life, and I even started going to a psychologist because I was a little jealous because I never knew what he did when he did drugs. I made this thing go well thinking that I was the one who was jealous and that I had to overcome problems and I tried to improve myself while he continued to take drugs.
And in the end he told me that I'm the one who can't have a healthy relationship with anyone, that I'm jealous, that I'm a masochist, that I'm paranoid, that he would have wanted a serious relationship and that you don't put labels on them because they have to happen naturally
Does anyone know how long the physical symptoms last and how long afterward one can have a normal life?

I am 26F and have Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis and diabetes runs in my family as does many other endocrine disorders.
I was diagnosed with pre diabetes at 23 and was able to reverse it then. My symptoms at that time was fruity smelling breath and pee, frequent urinarion, extreme thirst, ravenous hunger, drowsiness/lethargy
But now at 26 I think I am re-entering the prediabetes range. I have a doc appointment Friday with my PCP and at the end of the month I see my endocrinologist.
I think I am back in prediabetes range as the above symptoms have made a return, coupled with some additional ones.
My blood glucose has been spiked more lately as well, but has leveled out over the last week. I do not know my A1C tho 😔 will not know until doctor. 4 years ago it was a 6.1 I think? So barely in range.
My new symptoms (in addition to the others) are stomach pain, head and neck throbbing, a body odor (I hate to sound gross but sometimes I go to the bathroom thinking I’ve messed up on myself [I haven’t, but that’s what the smell reminds me of, it’s very musty]) despite frequent showers and impeccable hygiene, strong smelling ammonia almost like pee. Blurred vision. Nausea and light headedness.
I’m scared it’s going to be past the point of reversal come Friday.
I am 5’4” 127 pounds for reference. My stomach is also well under 40”

The world was a boozy whirl of lights and sounds. Images, broken and fragmented, came and went. Voices, laughter, screaming. The ground pitched like the deck of a tempest-tossed ship, and he felt heavy, as though the ground were pulling him to it. C’mere, Dommy. He fell, lay on the pavement, and pushed himself up again, staggering like a drunk on his way home. His head spun, his body ached, and things seemed blurry, like half-formed images glimpsed underwater.
It was the light blue hour before dawn and Dom was…somewhere. He should have recognized the stores and street signs around him, but he didn’t. His head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and a sense of confusion gripped him so strongly that he was beginning to panic. Where was he? What happened?
The world spun away again and the next thing he knew, he was lying in a heap of garbage bags, used needles, and rubbish. He came awake with a jerk and sat up so fast that a bolt of pain jammed into his skull. He winced and pressed his hand to his forehead. He felt hot, clammy.
Something was seriously wrong.
Somehow he got to his feet again and started walking. The sun was up now and the streets were filled with people. They all sneered in disgust as he passed, and he wrapped his arms around his chest like a baby comforting itself. He was getting cold. His muscles were sore. Tears streamed down his face and he wanted to cry.
Going on instinct alone, Dom made his way back home and climbed the steps to his apartment. Exhaustion swept over him and he sagged against the door as he dug in his pocket for the keys. They shook in his hand and he had to focus really hard to get the key into the lock.
Inside, he collapsed onto the couch and his eyelids instantly drooped. He was so weary that he couldn’t lift his head, couldn’t form a single coherent thought. Dom felt himself starting to sink, and snapped his eyes open with a start. Something in his soul told him that if he slept, he would die.
He couldn’t help it, though. He was falling, tumbling, hands reaching up from hell to grab him. His eyes fluttered closed again and the world started to go dark, his heart slamming in fear. He tried to fight, but the pull of darkness was too strong, too alluring. Why was he fighting? Why not just…give up? Hadn’t he thought of killing himself before? Didn’t he hate his life and himself? What was there to fight for? A wife? Kids? A community that loved and respected him? Shit, affordable groceries?
No.
There was nothing.
He had nothing and was nothing.
A sense of peace blossomed from the darkness, and suddenly death didn’t seem so scary. In fact, it was warm…inviting.
It was life that was cold and hateful. Not death.
Death accepted you no matter who you were. It didn’t reject you…it didn’t ignore you. If you sought it, you would find it, and if you embraced it, it would embrace you.
With that thought in mind, Dom gave up.
And died.
***
Bruce Kenner, captain of the 5th Albany precinct, sat behind his desk on the morning of June 28 and lazily leafed through a stack of files as he sipped from a mug of coffee. A roughly built man with a dark goatee and graying blonde hair, he looked more like a small town southern sheriff than a low level public works functionary. In fact, he tended to act like it too. He liked to hunt, fish, and drink beer on his off time. Albany wasn’t a big city, but it was big enough that you never got a fucking break. Run here, run there, arrest this asshole, investigate that asshole. By the time Friday rolled around, he was so ready for the peace and tranquility of a fishing trip he could taste it.
Already this Monday morning, he was looking forward to another one.
Over the weekend, three kids went missing in the Pine Hills and Washington Park area, bringing the total for that summer up to eight. All were teenagers, all were troubled. Most were boys, but two were girls.
Troubled kids run away all the time. They might be gone a few days, sulking at a friend’s house over something their father or mother did, but they’d eventually come home. None of these kids had come back yet and from what he knew, a few of them weren’t the runaway types. They were shits at school and caused problems, but they had no reason to up and leave. Hell, Bruce himself raised hell as a kid, but he always found his way back home, even if he spent the previous night dying in a field from Mad Dogg 20/20 poisoning.
One or two kids going missing…okay, it happens. Eight? Over a span of four weeks?
Yeah, something was wrong here.
But what?
There was nothing on any of these kids. No one saw them, no one knew anything - one minute they were here, the next they weren’t. What could he or anyone else do with that?. The public broke cops’ balls all the time, but if you don’t have evidence, you don’t have evidence. What do you want? Door to door searches? Roadblocks? Dogs and helicopters? Yeah, then when you actually do it, they cry fascism. Guess I’ll just use my Spidey Senses.
Bruce wished he had spidey senses. He wanted to find these kids as much as anyone, and he was starting to get pissed off that he couldn’t. He took another sip from his mug and read on. The latest kids to go missing were three boys between the ages of fourteen and eighteen.
They were all white, all thin (except for one). If there was a serial killer in town - and Bruce hoped to fuck there wasn’t - he had a type. What, black kids aren’t good enough to kill, cannibalize, and wear like a skin suit? They should charge him with a hate crime for discrimination.
That way he’d actually stay locked up.
The door opened and Vanessa Rodregiez, his deputy, came in. A tall, shapely Hispanic woman with dark eyes and a mouth poised always on the edge of a smile, she wore her black hair in a ponytail that would look stern and severe on anyone else, but on her, looked childlike. She was twenty-seven and had been on the force for three years, but you could be forgiven for thinking her much younger. “Bright and early, I see,” she said with a grin.
Bruce grumbled.
Vanessa held down the fort during the graveyard shift, acting to the night as he acted to the day. She was young and full of energy, which clashed with Bruce, who was old and just wanted to be left alone. Despite their differences, Bruce loved her like a kid sister…an annoying kid sister he wanted to throat punch sometimes.
“You missed all the fun last night,” she said and parked her butt on the edge of Bruce’s desk. He glared at her, but she ignored him.
“Good,” he said. Then: “What happened?”
“Big fight outside of Club Vlad,” she said. “It looked like a WorldStar video.”
For a moment, Bruce was lost. “Club what?”
“Club Vlad,” Vanessa said. “Where the Fuze Box used to be.”
Ah, right. The Fuze Box was an Albany landmark, a night club for punks…or goths…or someone. Certainly not for Bruce Kenner. It was small, dingy, and always had people in black waiting outside. On Friday and Saturday nights, it blasted strange music with lyrics about fighting The Man. Kids had been fighting the Man since before Bruce was even born and they hadn’t beaten him yet. Kudos to them for still trying.
Last year, The Fuze Box closed down and someone else bought it. It reopened last month and looked more or less the same: Posers, shitty music, and spiked hair. So much spiked hair. “Place is still a pain in the ass,” Bruce said.
“Yep,” Vanessa chirped. “It doesn’t know what it wants to be now. One minute they play nightcore, the next EDM. It’s all over the place.”
Bruce raised a quizzical brow.
“Not that I’ve ever been there in my free time,” Vanessa said in a tone that suggested she had,
Bruce gave a judgemental hum.
“Anyway,” Vanessa went on, “you see we have some new missing persons?”
Sighing, Bruce sat back in his chair. “Yeah. I did.”
“People are starting to ask questions,” Vanessa warned.
That brought a terse smile to Bruce’s weathered face. “Maybe they’ll solve it then.”
“Ha, fat chance,” Vanessa said. She got up and stretched. “Anyway, I’m bushed. Here’s my…” she trailed off and looked at her empty hands. “Damn, where’s my report? I just had it?” She turned in a confused circle as if she might be able to spot her report making a break for it. “Huh,” she said. She left the office and came back a moment later holding a folder. “Found it,” she grinned.
Bruce just looked at her.
“Um…here it is.”
He didn’t take it.
Her smile faltered. She carefully sat it on top of the files Bruce was looking at.
And his hands.
“I’ll just leave that right here.” She patted it for good measure.
“Thank you,” Bruce said.
“Okay. Night.”
“Goodnight,” Bruce said as she left through a shaft of morning sunlight. Alone, Bruce sat her report aside and went back to the missing kids. This case was giving him a headache and it wasn’t even nine. With a deep sigh, he slumped back in his chair and drummed his fingers on the armrests.
Was it Saturday yet?
He could really use a fishing trip.
***
Dom came awake in the cold purple twilight with a shocked gasp like a man coming up seconds before drowning. His eyes strained from his sweaty face and his mouth hung slack, twisted in a gruesome parody of The Scream. His mind was muddled, murky - he didn’t know where he was or even who he was, but he knew this,.
He couldn’t breathe.
He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, but his lungs did not fill with air. A great, unseen weight seemed to bear down on his chest, and panic gripped him. He tried to move, but his arms refused to heed his brain’s command. The weight seemed heavier, all over, crushing him like a bug. Confusion filled him and he started to pant.
Without warning, his bowels and bladder loosened, and horrible wetness filled his pants. He tried to sit up, but his body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. His chest rose and fell with the frantic labor of his breath, but his lungs remained inert. A cry of fear bubbled up inside of him, but escaped his mouth only as a breathy groan.
A bust of adrenaline shot through him and he tried to stand, but succeeded only in falling off the couch instead, landing face first against the cold tile floor. He felt his nose crunch, but the pain was muted.
Dom thought he lost consciousness after that, but wasn’t sure. His next memory was of shivering so violently that his teeth clacked together. A phantom chill - perhaps from the floor - had settled into his bones, and was colder than he had ever been in his life, colder even than the time he fell into a snowbank and got lost when he was two. Shudders racked his body, and though he tried to turn over, he was too fucking heavy. It was like every muscle in his body had turned to dead weight. Fragmented thoughts swirled in his head, faint colors in the dark, but he couldn’t put any of them together.
With great effort, he managed to push himself slightly up, but a wave of lightheadedness crashed over him and he lowered his head once more. He stopped trying and simply lay there. Shortly, his eyes began to burn and he realized that he wasn’t blinking. Jesus Christ, he wasn’t blinking.
For some strange reason, that brought a fresh bout of panic. He started to hyperventilate, but his lungs still wouldn’t work. He wasn’t blinking…he wasn’t breathing…what was happening to him?
A whimper burst from his throat and he started to cry.
He must have cried himself to sleep, because he woke sometime later to the most intense headache he’d ever had. It felt like something was eating his brain from the inside out. He was sore all over, and could feel his muscles twitching, as though a thousand living things were burrowing through his body. A cramp shot down his right leg, and the toes of his left foot curled involuntarily. Slowly, his jaw clenched closed, and the muscles in his neck began to strain…then to burn. His panic turned to terror, and Dom wiggled across the floor like a worm, his limbs screaming in red agony and his brain filling with heat. He somehow wound up on his right side, and his arms curled slowly up to his chest, crossing at the wrists like a mummy. He tried to pull them apart, but the slightest movement sent waves of excruciating pain cutting through his body. His knees began to draw up to his stomach, and his fingers clenched tightly.
Cramps and spasms attacked every muscle in his body. He screamed through his teeth and shook, resembling a man in the electric chair as 40,000 volts of justice coursed through him. The pain grew gradually, getting worse and worse as minutes ticked by like hours. Higher, higher, higher - he clenched his eyes closed and shrieked as it became unbearable. Disjointed thoughts flashed through his mind - prayers, threats, curses, Jesus fucking…FUCK.
What was happening? God, what was happening to him? Was it fentanyl? He’d seen videos of people high on fentanyl, and they leaned in weird positions. He didn’t do drugs but maybe he ingested it somehow.
His panic may have returned if all of his muscles hadn’t picked that moment to contract as one. His eyes bulged from their sockets and his jaw unclenched just enough for him to utter a high. Agonized scream that echoed through his empty apartment like thunder.
A human being can only take so much before giving out. When the pain reached a crescendo, and Dom mercifully sank into consciousness once more. The sun rose and cascaded through the apartment’s sole window, falling over his huddled form. Slowly, it tracked across the sky before setting again. As the last rays disappeared behind the horizon, Dom’s eyes opened. The pain of the night before was blessedly gone, replaced by a feeling of numbness - the cool ash after the hot fire. His thoughts were slow and thick like molasses, but he could actually think again. Nightmare memories flooded back to him, but he wasn’t sure they were real. He was lying on his side, his arms wrapped around his chest as if for warmth, and his teeth lightly chattered against the icy chill. He was so cold that he didn’t want to move, but he couldn’t stay here forever. He needed help. He needed…
A shower.
Yeah, a hot shower. That would warm him up.
Gritting his teeth, he slowly sat up, ready for a burst of pain.
But none came.
He did, however, feel heavy. Getting to his feet, he stumbled and nearly fell, catching himself against the counter. His limbs had no feeling. It’s like they weren’t even there. Head hung, Dom tried to catch his breath, but it felt like he wasn’t breathing at all. His eyelids drooped closed and he felt like he was going to fall down. Summoning all the might he could, he shuffled into the bathroom with the stiff gait of an old man. He snapped the light on, and cold, white brilliance filled the space, blinding him.
Leaning heavily against the sink, he gripped the cold porcelain. Suddenly, he was afraid of looking into the mirror. He was sure that whatever reflection he saw, it would be of something else, something monstrous.
Dom lifted his head and faced the glass.
His heart shrank.
The man in the mirror was him but different. His skin was white as milk, lacking all color whatsoever save for the ugly purple patch on the left side. IResembling a giant bruise, it started at the temple and extended down to the slope of his neck, disappearing beneath his T-shirt. He gingerly lifted the shirt, and moaned when he saw that his entire left side was discolored, the purple edged with a puffy shade of pink. His sallow skin clung tight to his ribcage, and his hip bones stuck out so much it looked painful. Back in the mirror, his cheeks were sunken, hollow, and his eyes were a hazy, dishwater gray. His skull seemed bigger, his hair longer. Dom wanted to whip his head away from the phantom before him, to never see it again, but he was transfixed.
There was no way that thing was -
Dom looked away, cutting that thought off before it could finish.
A shower.
He needed a shower.
Slowly, stiffly, Dom undressed, peeling off his shirt and his soiled pants. He dropped them in a heap on the floor and stepped under the spray. He could feel the water pounding against him, but it provided no heat. It was neither hot nor cold. It was simply there.
Dom pressed his head to the slick shower wall and stood there for a long time. He was spent, tired, and fried - he had no more emotions left to give. He got out after a little while, dried off, and put on a clean pair of shorts. He settled into bed and lay there with his hands folded over his chest and his eyes open. They felt gritty, dry. His stomach felt bloated, gassy. He was drowsy now, the weight of the past two days (or was it two weeks?) coming down on him all at once. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He was still asleep - but aware - when the knocking on his door started the next morning. Time was funny in this state of being, fast and jerky but also slow and echoing. Keys rattled the knob turned. The landlord came in with a cop. They saw him on the bed, laid out like a corpse for a viewing, and the cop radioed in a code 35. Soon, cops were all around him, making noise and touching things. He had the vague sense of discomfort and embarrassment at the intrusion. A baling man in a suit stood over him, a cop who looked like a redneck beside him. “He didn’t die here,” the medical examiner said.
The cop looked at him questioningly. Dom caught the name KENNER on his name tag.
“See this?” the M.E. said and gestured to Dom’s face. “That’s livor mortis. When you die, your blood pools at the lowest point. If you’re on your left side, for example, it pools on the left.”
Kenner looked at Dom and then back to the M.E. “Someone moved him?”
“Looks like it,” the M.E. said.
“When did he die?”
The M.E. examined Dom as though he were nothing more than a side of beef. “At a glance? Three days. I won’t have a better answer until I open him up.”
Dom was still awake when they put him into a body bag and zipped it up. He felt a stirring of fear beneath the cold numbness, but he was too tired to worry about it now.
Later, he thought.
He would panic later.
For now, Dom slept.

Hey,
As a recap, my condition started last December, following a UTI, which got successfully treated with antibiotics. Urgency remained after all samples were clear, together with a wetness feeling in the head of the penis.
Urgency went away after dealing with anxiety / stress via mindfulness and SSRIs.
Wetness feeling in the penis mostly went away through 3 months of daily stretches and PFPT.
I’ve not drank coffee or alcohol for months now. Had two beers the other day which seems to have flared me up a bit, but it subsided after a day or two.
What remains are: - occasional wetness when I sit a lot - discomfort in tip of penis after passing stool - and (this is new) mild discomfort in lower stomach/bladder especially after urinating
No pain, no urgency, mostly symptom free except after urination or passing stool, with the exception of mild bladder discomfort.
Still going for PFPT, still doing daily stretches, still on SSRIs.
The question is… anybody know how to “close this” for good and go this last let’s say 20% of the way?

ANY ADVICE/STORYS ARE APPRECIATED 🙏🙏🙏 Hi ( Updated-Summary at bottom)
I need some advice/opinions. So basically last month I randomly went into anaphylaxis. (for reference I’m not allergic to anything, but I am type one diabetic) So I got up around 12:00 pm ish and decided to go to the kitchen,and eat a banana.(fyi I had a banana smoothie the night before and nothing happened ) then a couple minutes later I went into my friends room,I sat there until about 1:00 when my stomach started to hurt (witch seemed normal to me) (i also want to add I felt like I was going to throw up so I took a gravol and drank some water) i checked my blood sugar and I was high so I did a correction. a couple minutes later my arm (right) went completely numb And I started to panic,then I had INTENSE!chest pain on the same side (my friend thought I was having a heart attack) then my ears popped and I couldn’t hear well, then hives started to appear on my chest face and underarm, and my throat started to close . (at this point I was completely sobbing and my friend asked if I wanted to call an ambulance) after about 5 minutes I agreed. I got up and started to pack my bag. then me and my friend went outside to wait for the ambulance, when it came they gave me epinephrine and some other medication. (at this point my heart rate was 220) and they drove me to the emergency room, long story short(er) the doctors said that it probably wasn’t bananas because I had a banana smoothie the night before and because of the delayed reaction(2ish hours)but just to stay away from them incase. Later when i went home I decided I wanted to tempt fate, so I drank a sip of a smoothie witch contained banana. (then I stayed up all night having a panic attack) but I didn’t have any allergic reaction. ! Important side note: ! I’ve never had bad panic attacks before or really cared about my health (some anxiety but that’s it).but ever since I went into anaphylactics I’ve been having horrible panic attacks every night (or when I try any food) and it mimics the symptoms of my anaphylactics (eg tight throat, chest pain ,numbness in my limbs,and sometimes hives) and its really hard to deal with, I’ve been constantly clutching my epipen just incase and I don’t know what to do. !!!! I’ve been booked for an appointment with an immunologist and allergist for testing so I’ll update when I get that done.(also I’ve been looking into idiopathic anaphylaxis and I’m considering that it could be that because it can be caused by increased immune system which at the time I was sick (and I’m diabetic) and it can also be caused by stress.) !!!!! Thank you for reading!!!!! !!!Any advice/opinion is appreciated!! UPDATE - It’s been a couple of months and a few doctor appointments later and my skin test results came back negative for every thing, in June i am going for my oral test but since I’ve been exposed to banana eg:vape,peels. I haven’t had another reaction since. I’ve got my blood tested for cholesterol and triglycerides witch both came back incredibly high for my age plus high white blood count, so I did some research and I think it could possibly be because of all of that. Since my immune system is extremely messed up with t1D and all of that stuff I am imagining that it is probably an immune problem. I also want to add the past few times I’ve eaten peanuts or peanut butter my mouth has been itchy and tingling but nothing else, that never happened before ether. SUMMERY- I had a random anaphylactic reaction in feb after eating a banana (but I had a banana smoothie the night before and nothing happened) after I came home from the hospital I had a sip of banana smoothie and was fine. I started having panic attacks, I went for testing the results came back negative, went for more tests I have high triglycerides and cholesterol. I already have a messed up immune system (bc I’m T1D) I also have a high white blood count but a good thyroid . I have an oral test in June for banana, since I had the reaction I’ve been exposed to banana :peels and vape. And haven’t had a reaction since. In conclusion I think it could be an immune problem since I’m unhealthy.

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I need some advice/opinions. So basically last month I randomly went into anaphylaxis. (for reference I’m not allergic to anything, but I am type one diabetic) So I got up around 12:00 pm ish and decided to go to the kitchen,and eat a banana.(fyi I had a banana smoothie the night before and nothing happened ) then a couple minutes later I went into my friends room,I sat there until about 1:00 when my stomach started to hurt (witch seemed normal to me) (i also want to add I felt like I was going to throw up so I took a gravol and drank some water) i checked my blood sugar and I was high so I did a correction. a couple minutes later my arm (right) went completely numb And I started to panic,then I had INTENSE!chest pain on the same side (my friend thought I was having a heart attack) then my ears popped and I couldn’t hear well, then hives started to appear on my chest face and underarm, and my throat started to close . (at this point I was completely sobbing and my friend asked if I wanted to call an ambulance) after about 5 minutes I agreed. I got up and started to pack my bag. then me and my friend went outside to wait for the ambulance, when it came they gave me epinephrine and some other medication. (at this point my heart rate was 220) and they drove me to the emergency room, long story short(er) the doctors said that it probably wasn’t bananas because I had a banana smoothie the night before and because of the delayed reaction(2ish hours)but just to stay away from them incase. Later when i went home I decided I wanted to tempt fate, so I drank a sip of a smoothie witch contained banana. (then I stayed up all night having a panic attack) but I didn’t have any allergic reaction. ! Important side note: ! I’ve never had bad panic attacks before or really cared about my health (some anxiety but that’s it).but ever since I went into anaphylactics I’ve been having horrible panic attacks every night (or when I try any food) and it mimics the symptoms of my anaphylactics (eg tight throat, chest pain ,numbness in my limbs,and sometimes hives) and its really hard to deal with, I’ve been constantly clutching my epipen just incase and I don’t know what to do. !!!! I’ve been booked for an appointment with an immunologist and allergist for testing so I’ll update when I get that done.(also I’ve been looking into idiopathic anaphylaxis and I’m considering that it could be that because it can be caused by increased immune system which at the time I was sick (and I’m diabetic) and it can also be caused by stress.) !!!!! Thank you for reading!!!!! !!!Any advice/opinion is appreciated!! UPDATE - It’s been a couple of months and a few doctor appointments later and my skin test results came back negative for every thing, in June i am going for my oral test but since I’ve been exposed to banana eg:vape,peels. I haven’t had another reaction since. I’ve got my blood tested for cholesterol and triglycerides witch both came back incredibly high for my age plus high white blood count, so I did some research and I think it could possibly be because of all of that. Since my immune system is extremely messed up with t1D and all of that stuff I am imagining that it is probably an immune problem. I also want to add the past few times I’ve eaten peanuts or peanut butter my mouth has been itchy and tingling but nothing else, that never happened before ether. SUMMERY- I had a random anaphylactic reaction in feb after eating a banana (but I had a banana smoothie the night before and nothing happened) after I came home from the hospital I had a sip of banana smoothie and was fine. I started having panic attacks, I went for testing the results came back negative, went for more tests I have high triglycerides and cholesterol. I already have a messed up immune system (bc I’m T1D) I also have a high white blood count but a good thyroid . I have an oral test in June for banana, since I had the reaction I’ve been exposed to banana :peels and vape. And haven’t had a reaction since. In conclusion I think it could be an immune problem since I’m unhealthy.

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