I was having pretty severe stomach pains for a few weeks.
Finally, my stomach won. Throwing up blood, I threw up the white flag and went to see my doctor. Man, they sure ask a lot of questions. I hadn't slept with anyone in over a month an a half. So, why is it that whenever I'm asked he dreadful with-child inquiry my stomach jumps up to my throat, heart stalls, and eyes freeze open, all the while my brain neurons won't fucking fire!
Naturally, due to my reaction, I wound my in a chilly white bathroom holding a test. One I've passed many times over the years. Those two minutes take an eternity. Single line, frown face, blue shade all equate to:WHEW! Every time I pee on one of those damn sticks I promise myself that next time I'll be more careful.
I managed to dodge another bullet, so then what was wrong?
They needed to run more tests. Blood tests. :| I'd rather take another pregnancy test. I have this thing about seeing large amounts of my blood outside of me. I get very anxious with thoughts of--what if I get in an accident and I need that? It's mine. I'm not good at sharing.
"This will just pinch a bit." Followed by a wave oh shit. Yep. While they were drawing blood from my arm, I expelled it down the side of the wall divider. My life is painfully awkward most days. I'm allowed one stupid mistake a day so I don't beat myself up. On that Wednesday, spewing blood mixed with stomach acid was my stupid thing. I didn't pass this test. Turns out, I tested positive with H Pylori. It sounds prettier than it feels. A stomach ulcer? I'm not even stressed! I'm the happiest I've been in years!
"Amoxicillin and Prilosec that should do the trick, oh, and here's a list of foods you should avoid."
Junk food/sugary foods
Anything greasy or spicy--no fried cheese curds, no more chimichangas
tomato paste--which rules out pizza, spaghetti, lasagna
And absolutely no smoking
The sum of my daily caloric intake. "Dairy will be your friend. Eat lots of yogurt." Cool. Did I mention that I've had to carry around lactaid tablets for about 5 years now?
Me vs. H Pylori.
I do have something growing inside of me. Some days I wish it was a baby.
I don't want to be anorexic. Fuck, now I'm stressed.