Dating horor stories
Right before my diagnosis, I was having major bladder pain.
I was diagnosed with interstitial cystitis but only by the questionnaire, not by a chemical test.
'The writer then warned other brides-to-be: 'That flutter of anxiety may then turn into a sweaty, stomach-turning realisation that you’ve made a huge freaking mistake when the reviews start to include words like "truly hideous dress".
One writes: 'I bought my wedding dress online, but I am very very disappointed. I want to return the product but they don't want to give me the money back.
Despite the company's "100 per cent money back guarantee", they refused to give her money back, as is usually the case!
One ruffly gown is pictured next to a sad imitation with the post: 'This customer sent a picture of herself in the dress she wanted from an actual boutique.
In 2007, after a year of constant stomach pain and losing 15 pounds on an already pretty slim fit, I finally listened to Mrs. I went to a homeopath; she took me off gluten without a screen. I just lay there staring at the ceiling because I couldn’t read anymore. Finally someone ran a blood test and bingo – a biopsy a few months later confirmed it.
He had blood drawn and called me and told me everything was fine…wrong. My body was rejecting all food, I was losing a lb a day, I couldn’t walk or hold a coherent conversation…and I was fine??? My father found me one day on the couch close to unresponsive, he thought I was dying, he picked me up and rushed me to the ER. there told me, “I don’t know what you are doing here, or what you think I can do for you.”. GI took pity on me, recognized I was an autoimmune mess, as he put it. All the while they were feeding me hospital food with gluten so I got to the point where I could not get out of bed, drink or eat for several days (was on a drip).
I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was extremely lucky to have been diagnosed so quickly. And even after we finally get the diagnosis, we are simply told to not eat gluten and are shown the door. These stories need to be heard…and I’m just the guy to do it Let’s raise awareness and at the same time, push the medical community to try and get their sh*t together. Her response, “As long as you take laxatives you’ll be fine.” At that point, I was desperate for anything so I tried the laxatives. In a couple of days, I was sicker than I had ever been. A year and a half ago I began to be concerned over my significant memory loss, severe exhaustion and increase in gastro symptoms. The pain was so bad not even the morphine could stop it – but I didn’t care so much as I was high as a kite.
We spent K out- of -pocket on tests, physical therapy, alternative doctors–anything to to help me get well. I lost major muscle mass and tone, my ability to comprehend, articulate and recall information. They gave him some breathing stuff to calm his lungs down and then the nurse brought in this wonky looking pain medicine.