Excessive gas and stomach growling diarrhea

We have spent the past two days in the ER with our 13-year-old Jack Russell. We noticed on Saturday that she was not eating her meals as usual, which she is on Prozac so she doesn’t scarf down her food like she used to, but she’s been on the Prozac for a month and her appetite had been normal. Sunday: she’s still not eating and we noticed that every time she goes to defecate, she’s straining really bad and just drops of Diarrhea come out. Monday morning at 4 AM: she’s still straining really bad so we’re worried that she has an obstruction and we go to the local pet ER. x-ray didn’t show an obstruction. They gave her cerebra and isome fluids under her skin and sent us home with some wet food to settle her stomach. Monday afternoon: she won’t eat the wet food. She’s very agitated. I tried to pick her up to put her up on the couch with us and she went after my hand and even after I pulled away from her then she went after my leg. Luckily, she didn’t get me. The ER told us if she had didn’t eat by Tuesday morning to come back and do an ultrasound. Tuesday morning: didn’t eat so we went back to the ER. They did bloodwork which I haven’t seen the bloodwork personally I just called and requested it. All they told me was her liver enzymes were a little elevated, and then they did an ultrasound. They saw that her G.I. tract was a little swollen, which means it’s irritated. She has a nodule on her liver but based off the way it looks they think it’s benign, she has a bladder stone and her lymph nodes were a little swollen they said based off those findings, it doesn’t make sense why she’s not eating other than the fact that her G.I. tract looks irritated. I Was concerned about the swollen lymph nodes but they said that might just be from the straining and just not feeling good in general. They asked us what we wanted to do since we couldn’t get her to eat. They said we could hospitalize her and do fluids, we could go with an appetite stimulant or we could discuss end of life. we didn’t want to hospitalize her this is a dog with severe anxiety and she would definitely not eat if she was left in the hospital. We decided to take her home with an appetite stimulant we gave her the appetite stimulant Tuesday evening and within an hour, she ate some plain pasta and a little bit of wet food. They told us to give her whatever she’ll eat it. Now it’s Wednesday morning and she won’t eat again. She ate maybe two pieces of penne. She’s very agitated, anytime our other dog even moves across the room she’s growling at them. We’re not sure what to do at this point.

Sorry in advance for the length of this post. Ihave been struggling with a variety of symptoms off and on for the last couple of years. This last flare up has been the worst by far and I am miserable and desperately seeking answers. I have been to my OBGYN, GI doctor, mental health doctors, my general practitioner and multiple ER's and specialists and have gotten zero answers. All of my CT scans, MRIs, lab work, upper and lower endoscopy, etc always come back perfect and show nothing. The only abnormal test results I have had are abnormal pap smears for cervical dysplasia and severe inflammation in my stomach and intestine lining. I have also struggled with SIBO but these particular flares seem different and don't fully fit and I have noticed that these flare ups seem to start about 2 to 2 and a half weeks before my periods begin. It has just been hard to notice the pattern because I have very irregular periods. The symptoms for each flare up are: Severe gas pain and burping Constipation Severe bloating/ stomach distension to where I look pregnant Nausea Stomach cramps Lower abdominal and pelvic pain that resemble contraction pain and bad period cramps Bad lower back pain that radiates into hips, butt (like sciatica) and thighs Sharp pain that radiates into right shoulder A cramp or sharp pain in both flanks under ribs that is worse on the right side Headaches Extreme fatigue (I exercise daily and couldn't for nearly 2 weeks) Zero appetite Weight loss (6lbs in 2 weeks) Feeling of extreme fullness after eating just a bite or two of food (doesn't matter what the food is. I tried the blandest and easiest foods on the stomach) Irritability and very emotional (which I am normally not) but I contributed this to being malnourished and exhausted)
All of these symptoms get bad enough to where my daily functioning is severely impaired. I can barely work, sleep, anything. The reason I ask if it could be endometriosis or something similar is because the day my period starts, nearly all of these symptoms disappear it go way down to a very tolerable level. Once I start menstruating the only symptoms I am left with are bad period cramps and the lower back pain. All GI symptoms seem to vanish and the horrible pain in my back/hips/sides goes way down. Any help is appreciated

Hi all
This might be a stupid question but I'm gunna ask anyway.
I know spot training doesn't work (eg losing more belly fat by doing core exercises) But would it make your stomach hang less/sit differently with a greater muscle mass underneath?
The reason I ask is l've been every size and shape imaginable. I'm 30yo male, 6ft on the dot and have been 17 stone and out of shape(obese), 18 stone of lean muscle, strong as an ox and full of PEDs, 12 stone and thin as a rake able to run marathons & literally everything in between. But no matter my composition, my stomach still hangs a little even when I feel solid and as if I have little to no body fat anywhere else but my stomach and love handles.
I don't have any loose/excess skin around that area as it still feels "full" and like I say every other part of my body is or has been solid. The best way I could describe my shape is basically Tyson fury when he's fight ready(minus 9 inches). I also eat with the discipline of a monk.
I wonder if I absolutely hammer core exercises, would my stomach become a bit tighter or make my overhanging parts sit higher as if I tense/lift my stomach muscles it does look better than when I relax. I don't care about seeing my abs I just want it to not hang and look out of proportion to the rest of me.
I do train core but could probably do more. I currently do 30x leg raises, 30x twisting crunches and 30x weighed pulldowns which I gradually increase the weight of every session. I do this alternating days 1 on 1 off. So 3-4x per week. Is it possible my stomach and sides are just the very last place to hold fat on my body?
I get to the same point every time where I will work hard for months on end and my body looks good apart fro. that one section in the middle and it disheartens me that I'm still not confident that I look good with my top off.
Cheers

Hi everyone!
I'm hoping anyone is willing to share healthy food recommendations. I'm struggling to find really any healthy foods that don't destroy my stomach and send me to the bathroom. I've given up on salads. I do enjoy dishes that have beans in them but the bloat and gas I get afterward is always pretty rough. Usually steamed/ cooked veggies are fine. But I know I definitely dont eat enough. I've been researching online and I've seen articles saying fermented foods, pickled vegetables are good for the gut. I understand everyone has different trigger foods, but I appreciate any recommendations :) Thanks!

First: https://www.reddit.com/HFY/comments/14vo5lb/troublemakers_deaths_pity/
*previous:* https://www.reddit.com/HFY/comments/1crq34h/troublemakers_buried_secrets_bolster_the_weak/
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Go'mon strutted around the command center, a cape of deep purple silk flowing about his shoulders as he wore his gilded armor. An ornate helmet underneath one arm, the faceplate forged into the visage of a snarling Rak'nal beast. He peered over the shoulders of drone pilots, observing the carnage on the streets in front of the mansion. His black scimitar hung at his belt, the palm of his war gauntlet resting on the hilt, eyebrow crests rising as he saw the expeditionary general's Buzzard explode.
"Casualty report on General Gra'vos?"
He stated to the small Geknosian woman who deftly piloted her drone closer to the wreckage to pull data from the onboard recorder. Her eyes sparkled, reflected in the screen as the data was streamed directly into her brain through a neural implant.
"Deceased, Just like you planned, his provided pleasure slave threw him from the craft and stole the det-sphere you clipped to his belt. You seem to know a lot about how these humans fight."
Go'mon touched the small grooves underneath the elastomer skin of his face where that parasite had shot him with a concealed gun. He laughed bloodily and purred.
"Failure is the greatest teacher in the universe, these parasites have taught me everything they know. Now we just need to see what their true fighting strength is."
"Understood sir, orders?"
"Get a view on the inner courtyard and report to the commanders of the second and third waves their positions and weaponry."
A young lieutenant called out.
"Sir! Twelve UHM-60 Blackhawks en-route to the enemy base! Advise!"
Go'mon stalked over, peering over the satellite observer's shoulder as he followed a chevron of twelve helicopters loaded down with ancient, obsolete human war-droids. He rapped the claws of his war gauntlet against the handle of his scimitar with a purr.
"Send orders to Commander Mar'tek to equip three of his Gallicks with anti-air weaponry, and orders for Commander Rak'don to equip his light attack craft with visual lock on missiles."
"Yes sir, relaying orders now."
Go'mon patted his subordinate on the shoulder hard enough to make them wince as he stepped back to gaze up at the massive map of Golgotha on the big screen. Small purple dots converging on a black dot that symbolized the human base of operations. He noticed that Mar'tek's forces were delayed, having only made it roughly halfway to their staging area. Walking over to the Comm's desk he asked.
"What's taking Commander Mar'tek so long to get into position?"
"A small group of human Saboteurs dropped a pair of buildings across the roadway, they're still clearing the rubble sir."
Go'mon nodded, picking idly at his metal teeth with the sharp point of his war gauntlet's index finger.
"Hm... I thought the parasite's response was oddly punctual, color me surprised they had the wherewithal to keep scouts. Move Mar'tek to the rear of the attack plan and tell Rak'don he's up next."
"Yessir!"
Go'mon chuckled haughtily, exiting the command room and returning to his field office. Setting his helmet on top of his desk he picked up the communication stick for sylva.
"Sylva, Would you kindly deal with that gate once you've landed?~"
There was a pause before.
"I'm too injured to follow that order sir."
Go'mon raised an eyebrow crest at the monotone voice that echoed back through the device.
"you've never refused a command before darling, would you kindly take care of the gate?"
The pause was longer this time, much longer this time. Then, a different, much younger voice came through, filled with fear, but also tainted with determination.
"Fuck you, Go'mon. These are our friends."
The sound of penny whistles and drums accompanied the words before the comms device popped in his gauntlet with the sound of a musket shot. Impossibly thick gray smoke pulsing from the speaker as he snarled and tossed it to the side.
"Bobby, Would you be a dear and retrieve your sister for me?"
The almost seven foot tall brute slowly nodded, eyes dull behind his ceramite mask as he stomped from the command center, bulky combat armor clattering and clunking with each step. Go'mon pressed his metal teeth together with a hiss. That damned warrior corrupted everything he touched with delusions of free will. Go'mon grabbed a fungal cigar from the box General Da'kos had given him as a thank you gift. The sweet, smoky flavor filling his maw as he lit it with the glowing hot blade of his gauntlet's thumb. He relaxed into his chair, flicking his cape out from beneath him as he enjoyed the cigar to relieve some momentary stress. His body suddenly flared with tingling power as the voice of Conquest growled in his ear.
"Kill that boy before he realises your plan. if he finds out your intentions he won't hold back."
Go'mon puffed the cigar and pulled it from his lips, letting it burst into purple flames and crumble away into cinders as he rose from his chair. He stepped out into the command center and commanded.
"Get me a buzzard to that battlefield, Order's from Conquest herself!"
There was a moment of silence as he let his aura roll over the command room, several of the comms officers immediately setting up a Buzzard for his departure.
...
Dust kicked off the ground as Drake's jump pack slowed his fall meters above the ground, He hit the ground and tore it from his back, whipping it into a group of soldiers and hitting it with a jet of pale flames.
The pack detonated in ball of orange fire that vaporized the soldiers, his cape fluttering in the backdraft before he whipped his sword from it's sheath, keen edges wreathed in pale flames as he took a Geknosian's arm off at the elbow as they tried to stuff a blaster pistol in his face. He snatched the blaster pistol from the air, using it to put a kinetic bolt into the faceplate of a powerarmored soldier with a Warhammer, Crumpling it inwards as he slid a foot back, another warhammer crashing into the ground where he'd just been standing. Another kinetic bolt tore off the soldier's pauldron as the hammer swung up at his face, making him reel back as another hammerhead caught him at the small of his back and knocked the air from his lungs. Another hammer slammed into his faceplate, forcing him to kick himself into a flip to land back on his feet. Ears ringing he deflected a Warhammer with his sword before putting another blaster bolt into the wielder's faceplate. But even as they fell back, another hammerblow hit the side of his helmet and smacked him down. Drake rolled out of the way as twenty millimeter high-explosive rounds shredded his assailants, allowing him to get to his feet as the war-bots formed a lethal semicircle, sending high explosive firepowerinto the rear column of the Geknosian assault at a blistering pace. Drake shook his head clear and vaulted over the back of one, hearing it's gun fall silent as he landed in it's cone of fire. Several flowing chops decimated a small squad of Geknosians as he tried to fight his way to the center of the column where the Gallicks hammered the gate with kinetic penetrators. The armored gate shuddering with each blow as Drake dodged war gauntlets and hammers, retaliating with fast slashes and blinding thrusts. Purple blood drenching him as his heart began to pound with battle lust.
He heard a mighty roar and crackle as one of the flying machines opened up with it's chin gun, harassing a gallick with 20mm High explosive rounds to get it's attention off the gates. It's shadow passing overhead with a Buzzard in pursuit as it slalomed low through the buildings to come back for another gun run. There was a ground shaking Boom! as something exploded beyond the rooftops, a Buzzard, smoking from one engine buzzing overhead and away from the battlefield. Drake quickly returned his focus to the battlefield, Smacking a Warhammer to the side with the blaster pistol before thrusting the blade right beneath the soldier's chin, twisting, and pulling free as a war-bot fell forward, a molten pit of slag glowing in it's back as he turned his head to face another column of armor and armored soldiers as they rounded onto the battlefield, a Buzzard painted the deepest, most royal purple he'd ever seen hovered low in front of them.
A geknosian in gold and purple armor fell from the open door, Cape of purple silk flowing behind them as they landed with one palm against the ground, Dark scimitar slashed out to the side as a crescent blade of purple energy was slung straight at Drake. Death's chosen slashed upward at the crescent, but it flowed around his blade, cutting across his chest and bringing with it a foul, draining weakness as a cold, familiar voice called out.
"That one's mine boys!~ all mine!~"
Drake hadn't recognized Go'mon in the ornate armor, but now there was no mistaking it. He tried to take a step forward but his legs buckled beneath him, sending him to his knees as a festering cold spread from the wounds made by the crescent blade that never touched his armor. He looked in confusion at his sword as the pale flames flickered out, then up just as Go'mons armored shin cracked into the side of his helmet, flinging him through a building as his mind reeled with confusion. He pulled himself from the rubble around him, stumbling to the side as a blade of purple energy sliced through the rubble he'd just been buried in without leaving a mark. He tossed the blaster pistol to the side, bringing the free hand to his mouth, intending to rip a ring off with his teeth. But as Go'mon slung another blade of purple energy with a cackle, He missed the ring, biting off his left index finger, ring and all as a boost of power burned the creeping cold away. He spit the severed digit to the ground as the ring still on it puffed into smoke.
"Feeling weak boy?!~ like your power's been drained?~"
Go'mon purred as he took a step forward, aura swelling with power as he held up the black sword.
"The blade of greed will do that if you let it touch you~"
Go'mon took an unfamiliar stance, Blade arched over his head and pointed down as he fell into a low, wide stance, one arm pushed forward as the blades on his war gauntlet's fingers glowed orange with heat. Drake fell into his peasants guard, gripping his sword in two hands as he glared at Go'mon. His gaze flickered off go'mon for a split second as he thought of everyone still in the mansion and the Geknosian chosen surged forward in a flash of purple light to run drake through before kicking him through the back wall of the building, Drake's power draining away like the blood pouring from the hole in his Lorica. He barely deflected Go'mons black blade as Conquest's chosen surged forward with a brutal slash, unable to focus for the split second required to dissipate a ring and refresh his power. Go'mons aura blooming with power with each blow of that black blade. Drake burst through a wall and into an empty street, tumbling ass over head as he desperately held onto his sword.
Angry red blood spilled from the hole in his armor as he got his elbows under him, a pair of golden boots clomping into view as Go'mon gloated, a softly flickering bloom of pale purple flames in his palm.
"All this power, and you don't even know how to properly control or wield it... Don't worry, you won't have it long~"
Drake manage to dissipate the remaining rings on his left hand, an intoxicating burst of power allowing him to launch himself back away from Go'mon as his wounds knitted closed, severed finger growing back with a crunching, fleshy noise. He could feel Go'mons grin behind the snarling visage of his helmet as he fell into a peasants guard, feeling far too weak for having removed five rings. The two stared at each other silently, one of the flying machines spinning to the ground before exploding into a fireball behind Go'mon. Drake fet a deathly calm fall over him as he twisted his sword up into a high guard.
He had to make it back to his people, no matter what. The thumb and pinkie ring on his right hand puffed into smoke as he felt those corvid like wings form at his back, a cold cage of festering ice around the burning sun of rage in his heart. Go'mon took a simple offensive guard, twirling the scimitar with obvious skill in a figure eight in front of him.
The two chosen launched themselves at each other, Drake wreathed in black smoke as Go'mon exploded with pale purple light; the pavement cracking beneath their feet with the violence of the action.
...
Martha tended to the mounting wounded in the infirmary as fast as she could, back splayed open as small gossamer arms allowed her to work on several wounded at once. Many of the ex-slave women helped, binding wounds with clean bandages and splinting broken limbs like they had back at the plantations. Hearing the large wooden doors of the ballroom infirmary slam open, she looked up as Destrier and Caz hauled in a pale remin and a Brutalized young woman. Keeping one hand holding a bundle of gauze against the bleeding wound she was attempting to close up, The young man looking up at her with fear, pain, and hope on his face as he helped hold the gauze down. Pointing to two empty beds she called out.
"Set them there! Where's Drake?! We could really use the walking embodiment of Death right now!"
Destrier hoarsely called back, setting Remin into a bed as the old man struggled to keep his eyes open.
"He's fighting his way towards us from the rear!"
Caz helped the battered young woman into a bed where she curled into the fetal position before the Markswoman swept back out of the infirmary, Huntress humming as she slammed a new flechette into the barrel. Martha continued tying off tattered blood vessels, trying to keep the young man from bleeding out as Cassius appeared next to her, shaking his hands dry after scrubbing them with antiseptic to help close up the gnarly gash in the stomach of the wounded man behind her. Martha's heart pounded in her throat as she finally managed to sew the wound closed before hitting the fighter with a sedative to ease his pain and knock him out. She wanted to cry but held in her tears as she turned around to focus on the same patient as Cassius, but even as she did, the young man placed a bloodied palm on her forearm. She felt a lone tear drip down her snout as she looked at the mans deathly stillness, eyes closed in quiet acceptance of his fate, a grim smile on his face.
Her legs felt weak beneath her as she leaned on Cassius, watching Destrier rush out of the infirmary out of the corner of her eye.
"we're going to need a miracle if we want to make it out of this alive..."
She whimpered as the din of battle echoed dully from outside. That was when a wounded man sat up, grunting as he held the bandages across his torso. She rushed over to stop him from tumbling out of bed when he simply fell through the floor, an odd superposition happening where he was there and not for a split second. But when it faded, there was a note left on the ground, scrawled in blood red, blotchy words.
"I'll be back, and I won't be alone."
Martha could only hope that was true as she turned to continue tending the wounded, Despair filling her heart as more wounded were brought in from the ramparts.
...
Halcyon held the gate, rifle spitting hatred from behind one of the wall's crenellations as one of his Hellions fell next to him, skull split open by gauss slug. Halcyon glanced down at the gate where Thomas and another hulking agri-droid held it against the wall, the gate rattling with each impact of a Gallick's kinetic penetrator, apples of sunlight spreading across the ground where they'd simply sailed straight through. The Geknosian reinforcements turning an already blistering hail of various projectiles and beams becoming an impassable force as several of their light cruisers fired on the helicopters that circled over the battlefield. Missiles streaking upwards and shredding the soft-skinned aircraft, forcing them to take evasive maneuvers and stop the pulse-pounding barrage of their rotary cannons. Halcyon's attention was drawn to the sky as an impossibly loud crash of steel on steel accompanied a streak of pale purple light and void black as they shot into the sky. The black streak getting slammed down by a brutal, unseen strike that made Halcyon's heart leap into his throat. What kind of monster could go toe to toe with Drake, and appear to be winning.
Halcyon, peaked past the cranellation he had his back against, a gauss slug taking his eye out and making him shout in pain as he jerked his head back. Ripping a bundle of gauze from his medi-pack, he rolled it out and bunched it up, pressing it against his vacant and shattered eye socket as a bout of lightheadedness turned the edges of his reduced vision dark.
One of his men crouched beside him flinching when chips of stone exploded from the crenellation they'd been taking cover behind, some sort of heavy weapon having been aimed at them as they darted for Halcyon. Halcyon looked into their eyes, face just as dismayed as he felt, their words barely audible over the din of battle.
"what do we do, sir...?"
Halcyon let out a sigh, shouting over the roar of gunfire.
"Pull back! secure the mansion!"
The fighters didn't need to be told twice as the ramparts were abandoned, leaping from the walls to sprint back to the mansion, The agri-bots forming a phalanx behind them to cover their retreat. But Halcyon couldn't help but feel this is exactly what the Geknosians wanted.
But even as the fighters swarmed into the Mansion, Two figures walked past them.
A hulking man in dark samurai armor wielding an lmg and a smaller woman with a flowing furred cloak and white mask, carrying an ornate rail rifle walked past them through the doors.
Halcyon watched in dismayed confusion as Caz and Destrier stepped out into the sunlight, a jump pack freshly mounted on Destriers back beside his kanabo. Another smaller figure appeared as if from thin air, Cassius spinning the weight at the end of a chain attached to a kama menacingly as the doors closed behind them, massive metal shutters sealing them out as the mansion was locked down. He couldn't help but smile grimly.
There was a reason they were Drake's friends, and it wasn't because they were the best fighters.
It was because when everyone else ran away, they ran towards the fight... regardless of their own safety.
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Part 109: will be linked here upon release.

Heya. So I've been trying to get out of my sleep just a few minutes ago, and there were tens of failed attempts to do this: after a nice afternoon dream I just wanted to wake up, then I realised I've been in bed, I tried to move intensely (usually it helps to make the body more active and change the position, grab a phone or do anything to wake up better), it was all good but then my eyes started closing back with severe sleepness increasing and I couldn't do anything but to fall into another several seconds of a weird dream. Then again, I got conscious, tried to wake up, being able like a hand to raise up, then my eyes close and here we go again. Then again some random small dream. Getting conscious, trying to wake up, realising I'm in bed and I'm moving slowly to wake up my body, then suddenly I hear and see my parents approaching me from both sides of the bed (which is impossible in my room), saying kind words and patting my head (which is even more impossible haha), then I realise it's fake, getting all my strength to move at least anything irl, moving like my arm and a finger slowly, then again, smth painfully drags me into being unconscious. Some random sound from anyone working, dropping something loudly at my house, a loud sound from the street could get me to the point of trying to wake up again but it all ended the same way: I could hear everything, sometimes even see (as long as I open my eyes) and move my body even changing my position from the back to the side or even stomach, but then I was quickly asleep again. Tens of scenarios come after that, I've been desperately trying to wake up but it was all useless, trying to shout for help but only few growling sounds escaped from my closed mouth. What else, each time I was being dragged back to the following small sleep it went really painful like smth similar to losing consciousness with a headache. After that it somehow feels like a sleep... leaving me with a headache for the following day and myself being really frustrated and sleepy so I can't study properly. As I'm just awake, I remember some of the details but they slowly fade away to the point I can't explain anything properly about this process while staying awake.
What is that? Why does that happen? What can I do? It's happening quite frequently lately (like almost each morning) and feels to me like ages: several times longer compared to the following time being awake at least.
P.S. I don't take any medications regularly, I don't smoke, drink alcohol, take drugs or anything like that, having a pretty healthy lifestyle.

Heya. So I've been trying to get out of my sleep just a few minutes ago, and there were tens of failed attempts to do this: after a nice afternoon dream I just wanted to wake up, then I realised I've been in bed, I tried to move intensely (usually it helps to make the body more active and change the position, grab a phone or do anything to wake up better), it was all good but then my eyes started closing back with severe sleepness increasing and I couldn't do anything but to fall into another several seconds of a weird dream. Then again, I got conscious, tried to wake up, being able like a hand to raise up, then my eyes close and here we go again. Then again some random small dream. Getting conscious, trying to wake up, realising I'm in bed and I'm moving slowly to wake up my body, then suddenly I hear and see my parents approaching me from both sides of the bed (which is impossible in my room), saying kind words and patting my head (which is even more impossible haha), then I realise it's fake, getting all my strength to move at least anything irl, moving like my arm and a finger slowly, then again, smth painfully drags me into being unconscious. Some random sound from anyone working, dropping something loudly at my house, a loud sound from the street could get me to the point of trying to wake up again but it all ended the same way: I could hear everything, sometimes even see (as long as I open my eyes) and move my body even changing my position from the back to the side or even stomach, but then I was quickly asleep again. Tens of scenarios come after that, I've been desperately trying to wake up but it was all useless, trying to shout for help but only few growling sounds escaped from my closed mouth. What else, each time I was being dragged back to the following small sleep it went really painful like smth similar to losing consciousness with a headache. After that it somehow feels like a sleep... leaving me with a headache for the following day and myself being really frustrated and sleepy so I can't study properly. As I'm just awake, I remember some of the details but they slowly fade away to the point I can't explain anything properly about this process while staying awake.
What is that? Why does that happen? What can I do? It's happening quite frequently lately (like almost each morning) and feels to me like ages: several times longer compared to the following time being awake at least.
P.S. I don't take any medications regularly, I don't smoke, drink alcohol, take drugs or anything like that, having a pretty healthy lifestyle.

before you downwote me, trust me, i KNOW what it's like to be severely constipated. i was constipated my whole childhood. i've had times when i only pooped once a week, and i've given birth to turds the size of large water bottles. i've had times when i thought i needed to call an ambulance, because my asshole was about to rip apart and it was bleeding. this went away though as i hit puberty, and i had normal poops for years.
but now i've been feeling like i have a permanent stomach virus for the past 6 months. i can't do anything. i'm either stuck on the toilet and shitting water, or laying in bed feeling absolutely exhausted and weak from all the fluid loss. the only thing that helps me is imodium, but i try not to take it when i'm home, because i'm slowly developing a tolerance. i try so hard not to feel suicidal, but i just can't accept that this might be my life now. i genuinely wish i had IBS-C instead of this chronic diarrhea. i'm only 18, i don't even know how the fuck i am supposed to start university this year.

Hi I'm an old hat at SIBO. I have autoimmune neuropathy which caused 4 bouts of hydrogen SIBO as diagnosed by breath test. Rifaxamin helped, but after going ketogenic for a year my SIBO disappeared 3y ago and I havent had it since.
After getting a mouth guard a few weeks ago I suddenly (seem to) have SIBO again. Connection? I think so.
But my question is, has anyone had SIBO without constipation or diarrhea? My stools are quite decent, but I cant seem to eat anything without extreme gas and burping. Doesnt matter what the food is, so I dont think its lactose or gluten issue.
I know people will respond that I need to get a breath test and I will, its just not easy to travel w/ autoimmune neuropathy and I'm quite certain that this is SIBO. I know the feeling well.
I'm just curious if not having diarrhea or constipation points more towards it being hydrogen or methane? I'm assuming hydrogen because I've had it so many times, but the no diarrhea thing throws me for a loop

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How do I finally over come heart anxiety ?
Bit of a back story! My cousin died when we were both 15 and 18 years later we still have no idea what caused it we just know it was his heart. Then I lost my grandad my parents broke up and then I had a mentally abusive relationship.
Anyway, when this happened at 15 we had to be seen by specialist cardiologist. I was always extremely fit and health young because I played football at a high level. Anyway, at 15 I had 1 ecg and 1 24 hr monitor both came back perfect. Structure and everything perfect. Cardiologist said he would contact me six months after if I needed anymore testing but I never got a message.
At 19 I had bad anxiety after all this stuff, I had my first heart symptoms. Racing heart thuds flutters etc. went to doctor he gave me a in doctor ecg ( wasn’t a good one I just put my fingers on these pads) it read my heart he said everything’s perfect but that my heart was like 130 but I was having a panic attack so nothing to worry about. Then at 21 my family do charity ECG so you don’t have to pay thousands. And I went to it ! Everyday for 2 weeks leading up to the test I was getting so many palpitations. I had the test and then they stopped and I was fine. Fast forward 2 years I’m 23 and apart from a couple palpitations after eating I didn’t get any for two years.
Then I got anxiety after a random panic attack in the big city I was walking and my legs went like jelly I felt dizzy and had panic attack. My anxiety told me it was diabetes so for the next few weeks out of nowhere I felt a bit derealised and then instantly went into panic attacks. I did get them after sugar sometimes so I got really scared. Anyway, I realised I didn’t have diabtetes. Then it was epilepsy, brain tumour and then heart palps again.
ANYWAY, the problem this time is it’s been a year and I’ve been having palpitations everyday !!!
Well, I say palpitations some of them I get I know are thuds etc but the ones I’ve been having everyday are weird. It’s like a warm feeling in chest that goes into stomach, I guess could be gas.
9/10 times when I feel my pulse after feeling them my heart rate is normal and a normal rhythm so I’m not sure if it’s anything to do with my heart.
Some other I get make my heart race but i think maybe from the adrenaline.
Anyway, my aunty spoke to the cardiologist and said she wants to know what her son died of. So the cardiologist gave them stress test and brugada syndrome test and nothing came up but now WE (rest of family) have to have stress test and brugada test.
I’m so scared thinking something might come up. Especially on the stress test. I haven’t played football in 4 years and it was my whole life everything I ever dreamed of now I can’t run too fast because I get uncomfortable with feeling my heart race. I have sometimes had palpitation when running and exercising (possibly gas ) but I’m sure some of them have been thuds.
So I read on google and now I’m too scared to fully push myself and play football and also too scared when I feel these heart palpitations.
Do I have anything to worry about ? Have I had enough reassurance ? What are the chances of something being wrong.
Thanks in advance !

Make 23 None smoker None drinker No health conditions Slim Healthy
How do I finally over come heart anxiety ?
Bit of a back story! My cousin died when we were both 15 and 18 years later we still have no idea what caused it we just know it was his heart. Then I lost my grandad my parents broke up and then I had a mentally abusive relationship.
Anyway, when this happened at 15 we had to be seen by specialist cardiologist. I was always extremely fit and health young because I played football at a high level. Anyway, at 15 I had 1 ecg and 1 24 hr monitor both came back perfect. Structure and everything perfect. Cardiologist said he would contact me six months after if I needed anymore testing but I never got a message.
At 19 I had bad anxiety after all this stuff, I had my first heart symptoms. Racing heart thuds flutters etc. went to doctor he gave me a in doctor ecg ( wasn’t a good one I just put my fingers on these pads) it read my heart he said everything’s perfect but that my heart was like 130 but I was having a panic attack so nothing to worry about. Then at 21 my family do charity ECG so you don’t have to pay thousands. And I went to it ! Everyday for 2 weeks leading up to the test I was getting so many palpitations. I had the test and then they stopped and I was fine. Fast forward 2 years I’m 23 and apart from a couple palpitations after eating I didn’t get any for two years.
Then I got anxiety after a random panic attack in the big city I was walking and my legs went like jelly I felt dizzy and had panic attack. My anxiety told me it was diabetes so for the next few weeks out of nowhere I felt a bit derealised and then instantly went into panic attacks. I did get them after sugar sometimes so I got really scared. Anyway, I realised I didn’t have diabtetes. Then it was epilepsy, brain tumour and then heart palps again.
ANYWAY, the problem this time is it’s been a year and I’ve been having palpitations everyday !!!
Well, I say palpitations some of them I get I know are thuds etc but the ones I’ve been having everyday are weird. It’s like a warm feeling in chest that goes into stomach, I guess could be gas.
9/10 times when I feel my pulse after feeling them my heart rate is normal and a normal rhythm so I’m not sure if it’s anything to do with my heart.
Some other I get make my heart race but i think maybe from the adrenaline.
Anyway, my aunty spoke to the cardiologist and said she wants to know what her son died of. So the cardiologist gave them stress test and brugada syndrome test and nothing came up but now WE (rest of family) have to have stress test and brugada test.
I’m so scared thinking something might come up. Especially on the stress test. I haven’t played football in 4 years and it was my whole life everything I ever dreamed of now I can’t run too fast because I get uncomfortable with feeling my heart race. I have sometimes had palpitation when running and exercising (possibly gas ) but I’m sure some of them have been thuds.
So I read on google and now I’m too scared to fully push myself and play football and also too scared when I feel these heart palpitations.
Do I have anything to worry about ? Have I had enough reassurance ? What are the chances of something being wrong.
Thanks in advance !

Make 23 None smoker None drinker No health conditions Slim Healthy
How do I finally over come heart anxiety ?
Bit of a back story! My cousin died when we were both 15 and 18 years later we still have no idea what caused it we just know it was his heart. Then I lost my grandad my parents broke up and then I had a mentally abusive relationship.
Anyway, when this happened at 15 we had to be seen by specialist cardiologist. I was always extremely fit and health young because I played football at a high level. Anyway, at 15 I had 1 ecg and 1 24 hr monitor both came back perfect. Structure and everything perfect. Cardiologist said he would contact me six months after if I needed anymore testing but I never got a message.
At 19 I had bad anxiety after all this stuff, I had my first heart symptoms. Racing heart thuds flutters etc. went to doctor he gave me a in doctor ecg ( wasn’t a good one I just put my fingers on these pads) it read my heart he said everything’s perfect but that my heart was like 130 but I was having a panic attack so nothing to worry about. Then at 21 my family do charity ECG so you don’t have to pay thousands. And I went to it ! Everyday for 2 weeks leading up to the test I was getting so many palpitations. I had the test and then they stopped and I was fine. Fast forward 2 years I’m 23 and apart from a couple palpitations after eating I didn’t get any for two years.
Then I got anxiety after a random panic attack in the big city I was walking and my legs went like jelly I felt dizzy and had panic attack. My anxiety told me it was diabetes so for the next few weeks out of nowhere I felt a bit derealised and then instantly went into panic attacks. I did get them after sugar sometimes so I got really scared. Anyway, I realised I didn’t have diabtetes. Then it was epilepsy, brain tumour and then heart palps again.
ANYWAY, the problem this time is it’s been a year and I’ve been having palpitations everyday !!!
Well, I say palpitations some of them I get I know are thuds etc but the ones I’ve been having everyday are weird. It’s like a warm feeling in chest that goes into stomach, I guess could be gas.
9/10 times when I feel my pulse after feeling them my heart rate is normal and a normal rhythm so I’m not sure if it’s anything to do with my heart.
Some other I get make my heart race but i think maybe from the adrenaline.
Anyway, my aunty spoke to the cardiologist and said she wants to know what her son died of. So the cardiologist gave them stress test and brugada syndrome test and nothing came up but now WE (rest of family) have to have stress test and brugada test.
I’m so scared thinking something might come up. Especially on the stress test. I haven’t played football in 4 years and it was my whole life everything I ever dreamed of now I can’t run too fast because I get uncomfortable with feeling my heart race. I have sometimes had palpitation when running and exercising (possibly gas ) but I’m sure some of them have been thuds.
So I read on google and now I’m too scared to fully push myself and play football and also too scared when I feel these heart palpitations.
Do I have anything to worry about ? Have I had enough reassurance ? What are the chances of something being wrong.
Thanks in advance !

I have terrible bowel and stomach problems for year and half and a lot MCAS symtoms and doctors couldn't diagnose me with nothig.
Endoscopy showed redness irritation of stomach lining, colonoscopy clear, CT scan of abdomen clear.
I tried every possible way to make my stomach and bowels better but nothing worked and I felt constantly bad, every day without getting better.
Usually pain on left side of my stomach and lower left from my belly button and a lot of stomach growling and gurgling mostly on empty stomach.
Even swallowing saliva made sound in my stomach.
I took prednisone 20mg out of desperation yesterday and amazing how better I felt. Today I took another one and I feel same as good, no pain, 80% of bowel sounds are gone and I can almost function normally.
Does anyone had same effect taking prednisone?

Has anyone gotten a nasty stomach bug that ultimately caused a change in their digestion habits? Back in February my entire family came down with a very nasty bug, it wasn’t long but it was brutal, about 20 hours of serious vomiting (even a sip of Gatorade would be enough to kick off another round). Ever since then I have noticed a massive increase in the amount of farting I’m doing, and they are particularly smelly. Now it’s a lot worse when I’m eating greasy or generally unhealthy. I have had stomach issues with abdominal pain, gas & gastritis for about the last 12 years. Had a colonoscopy about 4 years ago and an endoscopy shortly after, both clear but that was during a bout of feeling good so no surprise there. Ever since that bug it feels like I’m back in the middle of a bad flare up, has anyone experienced this and could provide some guidance of what worked for you? Was thinking of trying a probiotic, but it’s not something I’ve tried before.

Immediately filling your stomach the second you can feel it is empty is something many people view as normal and necessary, 'snack culture' is the result of this. Its hammered into us from young ages. I was constantly provided with food, snacks, etc as a kid. My stomach probably contained food 95% of the time I was awake.
When I was attempting to diet, the mere feeling of an empty stomach was driving me insane. It wasn't even hunger, it was just feeling like I had an empty stomach. It would fill me with dread and anxiety, to the point where I felt lightheaded with blurry vision. I was convinced my blood sugar must've been dropping dangerously low, so I bought a glucose reader. My blood sugar was fine, these feelings were entirely due to anxiety.
Eventually I started accepting that it is okay to have an empty stomach. There's absolutely no way our ancestors were running around with full bellies, we simply did not evolve with excess food available. They probably had empty stomachs most of the time, eating sporadically when food was available (that's the entire reason we even store fat). Once I came to terms with this, I started shedding weight rather quickly, losing the 70 lbs I needed to be 'lean'. I've maintained this healthy weight ever since.
This is why I don't think Ozempic (or anything convinces you your stomach is fuller than it is) is a great idea for most people. Unless these drugs permanently change your psychology, you're not overcoming one of the primary reasons you are overweight. When you stop taking the drug and begin to feel that 'empty stomach' feeling, you'll likely end up eating excessively again, because you never learned to be okay with minor feelings of hunger.

I've had stomach and intestinal issues since my teens. I'd have diarrhea every day at school, and my stomach would be constantly churning from stress. I thought it would get better after the college entrance exam, but it never did. It's still ongoing at 27. Eating out became my biggest fear. My anxiety got worse, and I'd pass gas every five minutes after meals. I had to quit my job because of this. I've been actively seeking treatment, visiting various hospitals, but it hasn't improved. Two years ago, I was diagnosed with SIBO and ulcerative colitis after a colonoscopy. Medication helped a bit, but it's driving me crazy. I feel like I've become a recluse, with severe depression and anxiety. Can I ever get better? I want to die

Hello I’m korean. I've had stomach and intestinal issues since my teens. I'd have diarrhea every day at school, and my stomach would be constantly churning from stress. I thought it would get better after the college entrance exam, but it never did. It's still ongoing at 27. Eating out became my biggest fear. My anxiety got worse, and I'd pass gas every five minutes after meals. I had to quit my job because of this. I've been actively seeking treatment, visiting various hospitals, but it hasn't improved. Two years ago, I was diagnosed with SIBO and ulcerative colitis after a colonoscopy. Medication helped a bit, but it's driving me crazy. I feel like I've become a recluse, with severe depression and anxiety. Can I ever get better?

I'm about at my wits' end here...my situation:
I've had my beautiful 13-year-old, 65-lb. blue merle for 11 years. He's vastly different from almost any other Aussie I've ever met: low-energy, a bit shy, and totally laid back. Of course, he's also affectionate, fun, and like your Aussie, cracker-jack smart.
He is 100% food-motivated; he has zero interest in toys.
He also has exactly zero bad habits. None. No chewing, excessive barking, accidents in the house. He's obedient, fantastic on a leash, sweet. So why am I losing my mind? Because, as of a week ago, he has decided he's done taking the medicine that controls his arthritis and pain. I mean, he's just not having it anymore.
Here's what I have tried using thus far to wrap/disguise his pills:

1. Pill pockets of varying flavors and textures
2. Slicy cheese
3. Lunch meats/hot dogs
4. A marshmallow
5. Meatballs that I made myself, just for him
6. Crushing up the pills to powder, and sprinkling them in his food, along with some beef broth and a dusting of Parmesan (his favorite) -- only to have him take one sniff and walk away
7. Doing the last-resort forcing to the back of the throat, only to have him beat me at the game every single time (I guess I just don't have the talent; when I push it to the back of his mouth, the split second it takes me to get my good hand to force his beak shut is all he needs to shake free and spit it out).

NB: I am five feet tall, kind of small, and not very strong. I'm ashamed to say he just overpowers me in order to get away.
At risk of sounding overdramatic: it's affecting our peaceful life together, in that now he's afraid to eat from his bowl, or accept any treat from me. As I sit here at my desk at 5:45 a.m., he's lying on the floor next to me, and I'm listening to his stomach growl. It's pitiful.
So before I raise the white flag and call the vet about injections (which I dread), I thought I'd check here. Anyone else have a near-impossible situation like this and come out successful? Any advice appreciated, and sorry for the long treatise.

This is a long one, so if you want to jump straight to why I'm having reservations, see #3.
1. Rescue pittie's background
There's a 3-year-old pit bull mix I found that's been in foster care for over a year, let's call her baby girl. She has an unknown history, likely abandoned or maybe abused, and was brought in by a good samaritan. She was in a shelter, but quickly moved to a foster home because she "didn't do well" in the shelter (unsure of exactly what that means). She's been described as shy, anxious, and needing an adult-only home. I've been speaking with the foster mom for about 3 weeks, and she told me how hard it's been to find the perfect owner for baby girl.
Not only does baby girl need an adult-only home, but it's also preferred that she's the only animal in the house, so she can't go to a family with another dog or cat. That narrows down the list of potential owners to mainly young adults, who often live in apartment buildings that don't allow pit bulls, or with roommates who are afraid of pit bulls. Baby girl seems to be thriving in foster care right now but, unfortunately, the foster mom can't afford to keep her because she already has a dog.
Foster mom and I have had a few lengthy conversations now about baby girl's demeanor in foster care, and some of her known behavior issues. Baby girl doesn't like men and will usually growl at them if they come near. Foster mom didn't mention any violent incidents, but also that she can't definitively say whether or not baby girl is a biter since her history is still largely unknown. Baby girl can be dominant around other dogs, but thankfully has gotten along fine with foster mom's dog. Baby girl also resource guards, but no mention of snapping or aggression. Foster mom said overall, baby girl needs a lot of patience, positive reinforcement, consistency, and lots and lots of love to build trust.
2. Why I'm the best candidate
I'm single, live alone, have no pets, and my landlords are okay with a pitbull. So far, I'm only one who's come along expressing interest in baby girl and who meets all the foster mom's criteria. I've never owned, nor have I fostered, but I've been the designated dog sitter for just about anyone I know with a dog for the past several years. I've also been around pit bulls my entire life, so I'm well aware of their reputation, and just how lethal they can be if they become violent and aren't trained properly.
As far as baby girl's behavior goes, I understand that "needing an adult-only home" means that she can't be around children, or really anyone who can't read and appropriately respond to her body language. I'm a young adult not planning to have kids ANY time soon, and none of my close friends have kids, so that's really no problem. My friends are also dog people, so I feel confident they wouldn't overstep baby girl's boundaries. If, god forbid, anything happened that would make baby girl feel threatened and react aggressively towards people, I feel confident that I have the physical strength to restrain her.
I understand I need to put a lot of work into training and caring for baby girl. Even though I'm in grad school, I thankfully get to work from home most days of the week which means I won't have to leave her home alone for hours on end. Summer also starts soon and my schedule will be free of classes with minimal research. That'll give me the time I need to help acclimate her to the new home, establish a routine, and hopefully build a trusting relationship. The foster mom has told me I'm exactly the kind of owner she's dreamed of for baby girl.
3. My reservations
Despite being trusted to watch my friends' dogs over the years, I'm still very inexperienced. I've never personally owned a dog. As a first time owner, adopting an anxious rescue pit bull is a HUGE undertaking. I reached out to a dogtrainer to schedule a behavior consult and see about learning some training techniques, but upon learning about baby girl's history, the trainer HIGHLY recommended I go with another dog.
And, look.. I know this isn't going to be easy. I know it would be sooo much simpler for me to get a young, confident dog who would need practically no time to get settled. I also know that just because the right owner hasn't come along before me, doesn't mean one won't come along after me. But, the longer she is in foster care, the harder it's going to be to transition her to a new home. I might fit the criteria the foster mom is looking for in an owner, but I'm trying not to let that pressure me into making a potentially irresponsible decision.
I also live in an apartment, and baby girl right now is in a BIG house with a backyard that she can run around whenever she wants. I have a small patio that she might like to hang out on, but we'll for sure need to go on daily walks. Even still, will walks be enough? There's a dog park close to my apartment, but there's no way I can let her off leash to run around. At least, not until we develop a strong recall and definitely not until I can trust her around other dogs. Isn't that kind of unfair, that she might not get any chance to run free for weeks, or maybe months?
And then, in terms of the cost, I'm on a grad school salary - not exactly swimming in excess income. I've been considering rescuing a dog for quite a while and checked my budget to see if it would be possible. I know I can definitely afford food, regular vet visits, grooming every so often, that kind of stuff. Also, the foster mom is going to give me all of baby girl's comforts like her bed, toys, favorite treats, etc., so that eliminates most up-front costs. She's also already spayed, chipped, and has her shots. But if something serious happens to her, I don't have thousands lying around to pay for a big vet bill. I have some savings and maybe could use a credit card, but it's such a scary thought that I might not be able to pay for the care she needs.
As much as I feel emotionally ready and willing to adopt baby girl, I'm terrified by the sheer amount of responsibility that comes with caring for another life. She's going to be with me for the next 7-10 years. I'll be graduating in just about 3 years, and then who knows what life will throw at me. Is a couple of years enough time to address her behavior issues? I just don't know. I'm scared, she's scared, we're a couple of nervous nellies. She's been waiting for a home for so long, and damn, I really want to be the one to give it to her. But sometimes, caring isn't enough.

I have been able to lose/maintain at 1200~2000 calories for the last 6ish years and suddenly I just stopped doing that. >! I went from 87-93lbs as my “normal” weights to 106!< My pants are tight, my stomach sticks out, but at least my booty fills in my jeans now. I also gain weight in my face (like excessively) but I haven’t in my face at all! It’s crazy.
Maybe I’m going through “second puberty” or maybe I’m finishing up real puberty really late. I don’t think I really truly completely went through puberty in a normal sense because my ED started before it and I’ve pretty much had the same measurements/body type since I was like 12. I’ve also grown an inch and a half so idk what’s happening. I’m not as upset about the weight gain as I thought I’d be so that’s nice.
I have PCOS so I’m scared that I’m going to keep gaining a bunch of weight for no reason and not be able to lose it. I know for a fact that will set me off and I’ve been at a point where I’m not being absolutely insane about cal/food etc for the last year and I just don’t want to be in a really bad spot again.

I’m fairly new to this godforsaken illness and have a question if anyone could help.
I have recently had an infection, or the doc suspected I had one, and took Flagyl (fuck flagyl) for a week. Took some tests and all were clean. Since then, my stomach is a mess, with mostly diarrhea.
For the past week I have been bloated non-stop with stomach ache. Is this normal for someone with IBS? Or should a flare-up only last a few days?