Wednesday, February 06, 2013
You will note this is not a question. Like "WHAT is wrong with me??" It is a statement. What is wrong with me . . .
I have always been a vomiter. No, not bulimic. I just throw up. A lot. Always have. My parents used to arch an eyebrow at me and explain to other people whose children were not vomiters, "Well you just can't take her ANYWHERE." We even had to have supplies in the car for my eminent episodes of car sickness. My best friend looks at me with envy, "I so wish I weren't puke impaired."
You'd think I would lose weight, but alas not really. Which I guess is a blessing.
However, I started vomiting in November. And I have not been able to stop. Only here and there, have I had a day without throwing up. No matter what I eat, what I don't eat, what time I eat, how slow I eat or whether I drink water or don't drink water, I have been throwing up everywhere between the Jersey Shore at the Bering Sea.
And I started losing weight. Although I have been giving minimal lip service to the Sparking way of life, I knew the 10 pounds in one month wasn't due to my commitment to aerobics, my weighing and measuring of everything passing my lips or my gulping of 64 oz of water daily. Clearly not since I only manage one or two of those key points per day at best.
Two endoscopies of my stomach and esophagus later, I have discovered that I have a hiatal hernia. Ordinarily these are mildly annoying causing some heartburn. Mine is of the tragic variety requiring surgery in order to be corrected. It is almost like a second stomach formed at the side of my esophagus.
I am very grateful for the wonderful doctor (affectionately known to me as Boris the Doctor) who through his incredulity at my way of life, managed to finally figure out why I throw up so much. I will have the surgery in the late spring/early summer and maybe be well. Finally.