I should have known better. I guess I just never ate enough mushrooms to realize how much fiber they have. But it tasted so good with the chicken. By mid afternoon I knew I was in trouble. Sharp pain in my right side (not appendicitis - already had my appendix removed when I was 12), bloated, nauseous. This cannot be good.
I try to distract myself and read, but the pain is too sharp. I know there is no value in taking pain killers, because I have had this before. Something is stuck in my intestine and will not pass through. Fiber can be deadly for me. This is why I am normally so careful about what I eat. Too risky to deal with blockages and possible twisted bowels and ruptures. In the past I have ended up hospitalized over such whatnot. I know moving helps, so I move. I pace, I try the mini tramp, I rock back and forth, I hug a hot water bottle, I cry, I pray. I am determined not to submit to medical professionals unless I am unconscious and have no choice.
I finally go to bed, still hugging the hot water bottle. Every 2 minutes by the clock my insides spasm and cramp. Then they release. Still nothing moves. I pray more. I try drinking hot water, but I am too bloated to tolerate much. Move. Move. I know that movement can help. I massage my stomach slowly. I can literally feel the lump where the stuff is stuck. I try to push at it, to prod it, to convince it to break up and filter out. I moan a bit now and again. I whisper "O crap" then laugh at my own joke.
After hours of agony and tears, I finally get some relief. My behind explodes, spewing mushroom chunks everywhere. Repeatedly. If I weren't so relieved, I would be grossed out. I have to clean the bathroom several times. Drew will not appreciate my mess. It is early in the morning now. My entire stomach area is tender, swollen, sensitive. I will be restricted to toast and tea for awhile trying to recover from this episode. Mostly though I am exhausted. I will have to miss work and lie low until I can recover. Rats. No more mushrooms. Hard lesson to learn.
I try to distract myself and read, but the pain is too sharp. I know there is no value in taking pain killers, because I have had this before. Something is stuck in my intestine and will not pass through. Fiber can be deadly for me. This is why I am normally so careful about what I eat. Too risky to deal with blockages and possible twisted bowels and ruptures. In the past I have ended up hospitalized over such whatnot. I know moving helps, so I move. I pace, I try the mini tramp, I rock back and forth, I hug a hot water bottle, I cry, I pray. I am determined not to submit to medical professionals unless I am unconscious and have no choice.
I finally go to bed, still hugging the hot water bottle. Every 2 minutes by the clock my insides spasm and cramp. Then they release. Still nothing moves. I pray more. I try drinking hot water, but I am too bloated to tolerate much. Move. Move. I know that movement can help. I massage my stomach slowly. I can literally feel the lump where the stuff is stuck. I try to push at it, to prod it, to convince it to break up and filter out. I moan a bit now and again. I whisper "O crap" then laugh at my own joke.
After hours of agony and tears, I finally get some relief. My behind explodes, spewing mushroom chunks everywhere. Repeatedly. If I weren't so relieved, I would be grossed out. I have to clean the bathroom several times. Drew will not appreciate my mess. It is early in the morning now. My entire stomach area is tender, swollen, sensitive. I will be restricted to toast and tea for awhile trying to recover from this episode. Mostly though I am exhausted. I will have to miss work and lie low until I can recover. Rats. No more mushrooms. Hard lesson to learn.
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