I am a far cry from the lad my family used to call 'the bin'. Food was one of my hobbies until Oct, 2004. Now, I stare at the clock and think, my god it's nearly feeding time again; two and a half hours, and four times in the microwave, it took once to eat a meal. The feeling of every bite of food as it goes down so far; steadily mounting until it rises to the back of your throat, then a large glob of mucous being thrown up. At least when you've brought it up that god awful pain goes from your chest. Eating out is a definite no-no, to be in that sort of pain in the middle of an eatery - no thanks.
I was sort of disappointed when the doctor said it was not H.Pylori, for I heard, with antibiotics, this could be gone in a matter of weeks. If I didn't have the kids to consider I would probably just stop eating; the constant hunger makes me feel that I have. The doctor failed to weigh me, even when I showed her that my freshly washed jeans were hanging off; two holes I have had to add to my belt to keep the trousers up. Having a fast metabolism I was already slightly underweight before this. My brother and his wife, who is a doctor, didn't help when they reminded me of our family history of hernias, polyps and stomach cancer, etc. They advised me to tell the GP of this so as to have a 'scope' arranged; I did and it made no odds to the doctor. All this served to do was make me sound like a hypochondriac; it was shameful. I must have appeared to be like those people who read about a disease and suddenly have it. I will just have to keep taking my Zoton in the hope that one day this might go away.
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