I last updated this series in December. <Click here to read last post or here to start from the beginning> I enjoyed a little over two months without having my stomach bloated and was able to eat without pain. During that time I experienced a lot of ripping from my sidewall. While painful, it was welcome as it meant that the adhesions were loosening. Because my belly wasn’t in a constant state of turmoil I was able to start an exercise routine. Unfortunately, I knew that it would be only a matter of time until the pulling, bloating, nausea, diarrhea, and vomiting would return.
That day arrived on March 14th. The chaos that my adhesions caused physically drained me. It took all the strength I had to just take a shower. Although I had a runny nose, I didn’t have any other symptoms of actually being sick besides running a low grade fever which I am now suspecting was related to the distress my body was in from abdominal pain. Thankfully my fever broke and my energy began to return two days before I flew across the country for a conference.
While away the bloating, pulling, and nausea increased. It was so bad that no matter how much or little I ate I would bloat up to the extent in which made my tummy extend so far that I looked like I was nine months pregnant with quadruplets.
I knew that I was lucky to have had a few months of relief, but I couldn’t help but to feel disappointed. When I returned home last week I reminded myself that this is just something that I need to learn to accept since my doctors have repeatedly told me that there was nothing they could or would be willing to do. Thankfully, my story doesn’t end here. The next day I learned of a therapy that has finally given me hope. This will be the last post in this series. To find out why I believe I can hope to live with less abdominal pain and what my new treatment plan is follow my new series “My Oska Pulse Journey”