I keep finding info on what to do if you have advanced symptoms like vomiting clotted blood, severe chest pains, difficulty breathing. Nothing about what to watch for before it gets that serious.

Context: I was drinking some water with a dissolvable fizzy vitamin C tab in it. because the water was clouded and I couldn’t hear the tab rattling I assumed it was dissolved and chugged the water and got the remainder of the tab stuck.

Very low in my throat

I was easily able too breath around it but it was excruciatingly painful and my gag reflex went nuts

I drank water around it to shrink it until it was gone

For about 5 min I had very painful spasms in my very low throat area, especially if I gently touched the area

The spasms have stopped and now I just have some phlegm and a rough feeling

My chest hurts a little but that kind of feels like it’s from the aggressive retching response

Swallowing feels odd but not painful atm

How easy is it to actually rupture your esophagus? Is it a safe bet I just strained the area/got a scrape?

Hi doctors and medics, my dad ( Male, 65, Asian, 174cm, 80kg)non smoking non drinking all his life, unclear of the meds he was taking, but he has been diagnosed since he was late 30s) was sent to the ER midnight of this Tuesday fainting and coughing out lots of blood, in which my brother immediately called an ambulance. He has had cirrhosis;liver cirrhosis for quiet some time but besides being occasionally tired he has remained relatively stable and has been able to work and lead a normal life. His ICU examination report States that he went into a shock due to loss of blood because of rupture of esophageal vein, which is causing his liver and now kidney to rapidly degrade. Because I am outside of the country now I am only able to see him from video call and he seems quiet swollen because of the blood and oxygen and various tubes. The doctor is not positive even though I am still remaining positive That he will awake from the coma and continue to recover build himself strong enough to get a liver transplant. Based on your previous experiences how optimistic is the situation? I really love my dad and this came very sudden for the family, especially when none of us even got to say goodbye as just a week ago he was very healthy. I appreciate any advice and comments thank you so much

My girlfriend binged/purged this weekend after I left and it resulted in an esophageal rupture. It caused her to awaken late that evening with the need to vomit (not self induced). She lives alone and was very scared to see blood - and the realization that her BN has caught up with her hit her hard.

I convinced her to see her general physician and she was open to that. She was honest with the Dr. about what happened, and the Dr. told her how important it was to avoid purging for the next week so as to not exacerbate the problem. But I was surprised to find out that she couldn't even go 24 ours without purging.

I've been dating my girlfriend (31F) for a year and a half. 8 months into our relationship she was honest and told me she had been suffering from BN since she was 15, is on antidepressants, and has only told 1 other person about her BN in her life.

I've read as much as I can online, and have always tried to gently broach this sensitive subject and express my concern, but she'll often refuse to talk about it. This episode with her esophageal rupture , vomitting blood, and inability to follow Dr's orders for 24 horus has escalated my concern to a whole new level. She admitted that she was upset with herself after reading about ED tips online (she sounded jealous). While normally a rational girl, she doesn't think she needs help, and I'm starting to understand how completely distorted her perspective is.

Anyways, I'm not sure why I'm posting here. It has taken a toll on me as well. If she gains any weight then she closes off to the world. Unfortunately we live in a very remote area, but from what I've read think group therapy, or at least someone else to talk to would be super beneficial. Multiple times she has expressed the desire to talk to someone else, but there is no group setting here, only a psychiatrist who she refuses to see.. Additionally, I've reached out to a friend of mine that also has BN that I've recognized via Russel's Sign. I'm hoping to at least ask my other friend for advice, and see if she may be interested in talk to my girlfriend.

Just spitballing here.... Would it be bad to privately reach out to her mom (who she's close with) and make her aware? I live in a small town, and happen to workout with her general physician at the gym - would it be inappropriate to touch base with the physician (also female) to discuss my girlfiend's condition? I'm looking for any words of wisdom.

I think today I'm going to call reach out to the

Yup, I should be dead for a variety of reasons but I'm still here and living a happy sober life.

Spent some time in the hospital not being able to eat or even drink for almost 2 weeks, went off to a treatment center in the middle of nowhere where people with similar problems told me about theirs and listened to mine and knew ways to help me. When I got out I was terrified. I had to live a life without booze? Seemed impossible to me. I went the route of AA, went to meetings almost everyday for a year. Never found a god but learned how to listen and used advice that I was given to figure myself out. I couldn't live with myself sober so that's why I drank. My mind was not a fun place to hang out in before I started working on myself. I haven't been to a meeting now in a few years now but will listen to the occasional meeting via podcast as a reminder of how I used to be.

Now I have a life, a wife, a couple cats, and a different attitude. From what I've learned I can only change myself and my actions. As much as everyone else in the world can suck sometimes there is nothing I can do about it. Also most people don't care about you and probably won't remember you so why hold onto stupid things from the past? Do I slip into my old ways of thinking sometimes? Yes but I know how to get out of them now.

Being sober is the best life I could have ever imagined for myself and there are tons of ways to get there if you want it. Do it for yourself, it's amazing. Ask for help, it's out there.

Thanks everyone.

I've recently been having a sore feeling in the throat accompanied with back, chest, and neck pain that ranges at a 4 to 5 of 10 that occurred after eating a few pizza slices yesterday. I can't not think I immediately need a scope down my throat and I don't think I can cope with having an IV filled with propofol being shoved into my hand as I risk having an even more invasive surgery if somebody screws up. Hell, I'm wondering if anybody is qualified to give endoscopies where I live in Ontario. I'm seeing a GP tomorrow hopefully and I seriously hope I don't die beyond that because of this.

19m 140lbs. No medical history of stuff like there nor any medications.

Starting last night I was a little short of breath, and then eventually it got bad enough that I went to the ER today. After they didn't find anything, they discharged me, however by the time I got out of the hospital I having some pretty severe chest pains. They immediately called me to tell me they found a pocket of air between my heart and lung, and that they need me back for observation. Right now I'm sitting in the room, they haven't came and hooked me up to anything yet. The pain is pretty damn bad and it's making it hard to breathe. My lower throat also kills when I swallow, talk, or laugh. I keep trying to take a deep breath but I'm met with severe pain when I do. The pain also feels like it's getting worse on all fronts.

My O2 sat read 100 this time around, not sure if that means anything.

I'm super afraid because I have no idea what any of this means, I looked it up and apparently it's pretty harmless in certain cases, but in the case of when it's a side effect of some kind esophageal rupture, it has a mortality rate of 50 to 70 percent. Obviously that's pretty terrifying. I have no idea what to make of this situation and they haven't come in yet and told me what's going on.

Why YSK: Liver cirrhosis causes portal hypertension which results in ascites and esophageal varices that can rupture and cause massive bleeding. Also further complications like a bacterial infection in the abdominal cavity may develop. Furthermore alcohol induced liver cirrhosis can lead to Hepatocellular carcinoma. The mortality of liver cirrhosis is high.

Liver cirrhosis is the 12th leading cause of death in the United States, approximately 50% of the cases are related to excessive alcohol intake.

I am writing this post as a response to the post which points out that alcohol is classified as a level 1 carcinogen. Yes the increased chance of developing cancer is worrisome. Liver cirrhosis is even worse.

If you have an alcohol addiction go to a doctor and seek help. Also for those who don’t, try to minimize your alcohol intake as much as possible. (Under 24 g daily for men and 12 g daily for women)

Also promise me to never ever eat moldy peanuts. Aspergillus flavus kills more people than you think.

https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/30266282/

Prost.

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> An animator, animation director, storyboard artist, and series director. The late Toshifumi Takizawa studied at Tokyo Zokei University and immediately began work a the contract studio Animation Film, before transferring to Nippon Sunrise in the late 70s, where he as most notably involved in the production of Armored Trooper Votoms and Dirty Pair. He became a freelance director in the early 90s and was known to give lectures at K

Is there something about my past trauma that has left a mark on me letting everyone know that I am tainted or something…that I SHOULD be treated like shit? Even my husband says he doesn’t understand how I run into some of the situations I run into. I had a man follow me to the parking lot and lean into my driver side window and yell at me for not tipping him for a service when actually I did tip him and he didn’t see it on the table. I’ve had more than one doctor demean me and laugh at me for very serious symptoms, one being for a ruptured ectopic pregnancy and the other being for eosinophilic esophagitis. Literally laughed at me and said, there’s nothing wrong with you! The first day at my kids school, I asked the school officer which door I should enter and he reduced me to tears for not knowing where to go…in front of my kids…at their elementary school. I just don’t understand. Some thing about me invites this kind of shit from complete strangers, let alone the important people around me.

Edit there was a lot of comments stuck on the guy I tipped for a service. This wasn’t a waiter and I tipped them 25% knowing shits rough. I work in customer service and get screamed at regularly and even had someone throw something at me twice. I’ve never followed someone to their car to intimidate them.

Hi friends! I want to hear about all your stories from those of you with bowel endo. I’m also curious if any of y’all can relate to some symptoms I’ve had as well. ❤️

Ruptured ovarian cyst Placental abruption during delivery Perforated duodenal ulcer Rough stomach lining Hiatal hernia Broken lower esophageal sphincter Bloating Irregular bathroom trips Soft stool Nausea almost all the time Anxiety Intolerance to a lot of foods Headaches Periods are fairly regular though, I’ve only just recently had one period that I was late for a whole month and a half for Also haven’t experienced any issues getting pregnant with our two babies Sometimes I experience cramps when pooping I’ve noticed around my period I’ll get cramps in my butthole (sorry for the tmi, lol)

No h. pylori, normal ultrasounds, normal lab work other than routinely high bilirubin over the last year, normal colonoscopy. Pretty much over the last year, I’ve been told I’m fine but I don’t feel fine. All my lab work comes back great though.

In regards to the ulcer, and rough stomach lining, my GI has tested for all possible causes but can’t come up with an answer so that’s why I’m curious if it could be because of endo.

Would I be ridiculous to meet with an endo specialist for my symptoms or does it not really sound like it could be endo?

I’m just running out of things that could be causing me my issues and losing hope.

My husband was not able to overcome his addiction and stayed in denial even when surrounded by empty liquor bottles. He shrugged me off when I expressed concerns for his health.

A year ago today, he started vomiting blood as his esophageal varices ruptured for a second time. The first time had been eight weeks prior and the first outward symptom of his liver failure. He survived the first time, and over the next eight weeks, his health began to fail as his liver shut down completely. He had over 6.8 liters of fluid drained due to his ascites (that was the max they could take in one sitting, there was still more left). He developed encephalopathy from ammonia build-up and had a violent outburst towards his mother as she called 911. He was in and out of the hospital for the final two weeks, and finally, they believed him to be stable and they released him home on September 30th. That night, his varices opened again in the middle of the night, and he bled out alone on his mother's bathroom floor before his muffled calls for help woke her up. She heard him too late, and she and his brother found him unresponsive on the floor in a puddle of blood as they frantically tried to clear his airway and provide compressions before paramedics arrived.

Please, for the sake of your loved ones and in memory of those we've lost to this horrible addiction, don't drink with me today.

Do any of you have esophageal varices and run? I had started to run before mine were found about a year ago (and then my UC tanked and I had to have my colon removed) and I want to start again but I get nervous about the idea that they could rupture. I guess I’m not sure if anyone else feels this anxiety.

Do you run or do you stick to weight bearing exercises?

How does a grown man get into this situation?

How does a guy like me, a guy with a job, with a life that’s going somewhere, with the wherewithal to understand and control my surroundings, a guy with friends and family who can be reliably counted on, a guy who works outs and eats right most of the time, a guy with diverse hobbies and interests, a guy in great mental health condition end up in a situation like this?

My jaw is sore. My throat feels swollen. I keep slurping, though. I can’t just stop.

Spaghetti, right? We all make spaghetti every once and a while. Even for someone who can’t cook too well, someone who is an unnaturally poor cook, unable to envision how raw ingredients can possibly turn into a scrumptious meal, even they can boil noodles. We’ve all made and eaten spaghetti. It’s normal. It’s so, so normal. Like me. I’m normal. I live a normal life.

I made spaghetti tonight all by my lonesome. I plopped a fister of noodles in a rolling boil and set the time for 11 minutes. I don’t test noodles, never have. I trust the pasta engineers at the pasta factory have worked out the science. The noodles swelled and softened, limply coiling in the hot water, and as I sat there and watched them cook for those 11 straight minutes, my stomach grumbled away. It was a real performance, a monologue of hunger and betrayal. I tried to calm my talkative belly with a little light humming, but I couldn’t hold a tune with a face full of rising steam and eyes full of wheat worms. They do look like worms, don’t they?

The timer beeped a boop and I drained the wiggly suckers of their bath, only to splat a new jacuzzi right on top of them. Sauce, baby. Some red sauce with a friendly looking fellow smiling away on the label. That’s the kinda guy I want making spaghetti sauce, and my noodles were swimming it

It all was making sense.

My pruny, puckered lips noisily draw in another full mouther of noodle, the same noodle. I groan and open my jaw to jiggle it back and forth, to try to get some feeling back in the buddy. Instead, I gag myself on the noodle.

Most folks don’t have a problem eating all alone night after night, and I’m no exception. Hell, I’d say a lot of us got no choice in the matter. Why would I care if I had to make dinner by myself and horf it down in the basking glow of the TV rapidly flashing shapes and colors of some new show that everyone is saying is so good despite just coming out that day? I don’t care. That’s what I do. That’s what I was doi

Note - Sorry for the mini-novel. TDLR at the end.

Less than 2 years ago I (F29) went to the ER with severe chest pain, thinking I was having a heart attack. While the EHG came back normal the CATSCAN showed a tear in my esophagus along with tiny air bubbles that had escaped my lungs into the chest cavity and were now, painfully, making their way up and out through the skin in my neck.

When the ER doctor got the results from the CATSCAN they immediately sent me to a better facility an hour away by ambulance. It was a terrifying experience. However, even more terrifying was one of the best doctors in the state telling me they have absolutely no idea why this had happened to me.

Follow-up with specialists lead to nowhere. Cue the next 18 months of me pouring through pages of studies trying to find anything that would give me some piece of mind. One study in particular caught my attention - the link between spontaneous rupture of the esophagus and EDS.

I had heard of EDS before but never realized that many similarities I had with known symptoms. These include: soft velvety skin, easily bruising, bladder function, gastrointestinal issues, clicking joints, dizziness when standing, growing pains, muscle spasms etc. Most important is the EXTREME fatigue. I think I have been tired my whole life. As a kid, I wasn't allowed to go to a lot of sleepovers because I would end up sick for the following week. I've always had to forgo things in my life in order to "not over-do it". There are a lot of other things from my childhood/adult life that started to make a lot of sense when looking at them through the EDS veil.

I sat on this information for months scared to do more, and frankly too exhausted to continue doing more research. It wasn't until I saw a tiktok (of all things) of a woman with EDS explaining how pushing through an extra 20 mins of housework can set her back days. I watched this video as I was lying in bed recovering from a deep-clean of my apartment I had done the weekend before. I never related with anything so much. At that point I realized it was time to consult my PCP to present this information. I officially have an appointment set.

Regardless of my outcome, I wanted to thank the EDS community for raising awareness and for promoting vigilant self-advocacy in a medical community that seems to have blinders on when it comes to chronic illnesses. Reading through this page has inspired me to finally get the bottom of my health

This is a throwaway account, I don't think I need to elaborate in an AA sub haha This is also my second post, but I deleted the first as it was on my main.

Today is one year sober. I've been a heavy drinker since I was very young, maybe before I was a teen. It was encouraged in my home, through the abuses at least I always slept. I'm 30 this year, and this was hands down the biggest gift I ever could've given myself. I had been faithfully drinking every day for maybe 18 years.

In the last 365 days, there have been a lot of tests and stress. I had cravings almost every minute at the beginning, I never went to any meetings (shame). I struggled hard for a while, I worked at a grocery store that sold alcohol, most of the time i was alone so i might have been able to get away with it. I had to fight through the initial detox which I thought was going to kill me. Rupturing something in my throat dryheaving, choking on my own blood as I tried to force breath into my lungs between the convulsions. The sheer panic and terror, fighting through the lies i already tried setting up to justify a trip to the store. . .I promise I will never put myself, or my absolutely terrified and shaken husband through that ever again.

But for every "bad" I encountered, I had a hundred tiny victories that seem so small, but carried so much weight through this year. My teeth are better. I was able to cut roughly 2,000 calories from my diet daily from cutting alcohol alone, that scared me the most because a normal person consumes 2k cals in order to live, not kill themselves. I lost over 60lbs, just working on getting back in shape. My kids are excited to see me. Work trusts me. My husband and my relationship is still a little rocky, but at least now I have the patience to sit down with him and figure out a solution. I can sleep again. My balance is better. I'm working through the trauma instead of sedating myself in order to replay it all over in my head every night. My face isn't swollen anymore. My skin is clear. My hair and nails are healthy and actually growing. My skin doesn't smell like I've been sweating whisky all day.

The biggest takeaway, from all of this? I don't absolutely hate myself. I like my life, a lot of times I feel like I love it for real. It seems so simple, but I just chose not to drink one day, for one day. The next day, I chose the same thing. Didn't have to be forever, didn't have to make any promises, didn't have to stick with a plan-- just don't buy liquo

Do your worst!

For context I'm a Refuse Driver (Garbage man) & today I was on food waste. After I'd tipped I was checking the wagon for any defects when I spotted a lone pea balanced on the lifts.

I said "hey look, an escaPEA"

No one near me but it didn't half make me laugh for a good hour or so!

Edit: I can't believe how much this has blown up. Thank you everyone I've had a blast reading through the replies 😂

Jerry Thompson, 41, was found dead from esophageal rupturing, with his chest, hands, and face covered in blood.

Pilot on me!!

They’re on standbi

Dad jokes are supposed to be jokes you can tell a kid and they will understand it and find it funny.

This sub is mostly just NSFW puns now.

If it needs a NSFW tag it's not a dad joke. There should just be a NSFW puns subreddit for that.

Edit* I'm not replying any longer and turning off notifications but to all those that say "no one cares", there sure are a lot of you arguing about it. Maybe I'm wrong but you people don't need to be rude about it. If you really don't care, don't comment.

Hi all! I'm on mobile so I'm sorry if the formatting is poor. This is also a bit longer than I intended. I'm mostly just ranting but if you have any advice, I would love to hear it.

I am completely miserable and at my wits end. I was diagnosed with IBS-C a few years back.

• I first noticed life interfering symptoms around 2013. I was frequently constipated and periodically very bloated. It would take me days on end for my "regular cycle" to go.
• 2013-2015 I had a few endoscopies and colonoscopies. While my esophageal sphincter was tight and needed to be stretched (I couldn't really burp before this), my intestines apparently looked great and had no issues. This is when I was diagnosed with IBS-C.
• There would be days when I wouldn't go for 6 days or more, even though I would feel ill after only the very next day. There were instances where my stomach was not digesting food and I would throw up distinguishable meals days late (example, ate pizza on Thursday threw up pizza that LOOKED LIKE pizza on Tuesday. This happened with spaghetti and a few other foods too. No digestion after days and days of constipation).
• Around 2014 I was put on Linzess but this didn't really help me. I needed to take 3 of the 290s every day to notice any relief at all. I did this for a few years but ended up stopping.
• I've tried elimination diets and low FODMAP diets and even then, no real relief. I would still bloat or be constipated.
• I tried drinking only lactase free protein shakes and water and I did feel better eating no food at all because I wasn't bloated, but this wasn't sustainable.
• 2015 - 2017 my gastro (who ended up retiring) was not sure if my issues were digestive based or not so I was asked to follow up with an Ob-Gyn. The Ob-Gyn doesn't think there's anything wrong enough with me to attribute these problems to hormones or my reproductive system (I did have long and painful periods before my IUD but don't really get symptoms now).

For the past 2 or 3 years I've been taking 2 ducalax once a week to go the bathroom, otherwise my normal "natural cycle" is about every 10 days (sometimes a little more). I feel miserable still if I don't go every day, but I don't want to take a laxative every day. (Myralax and Metamucil don't help me and sometimes even make me more bloated or gassy, since 2013 I have tried them, drinking 2 8oz glasses of prune juice - before bed and in the morning, probiotics, flaxseeds, fiber supplements, GERD diets, low FODMAP diets,

What did 0 say to 8 ?

" Nice Belt "

So What did 3 say to 8 ?

" Hey, you two stop making out "

I won't be doing that today!

The days all started with the briefing room—a wall-to-wall palette of aged pastels and stark, hospital grayness.

In the center of our little room, an oval-shaped table dominated the space with every seat filled with a tired nurse.

From one of the windows, a bar of morning light often slipped stubbornly past the shutters.

It was this drab room where we discussed things such as the population of our current patients and whether to up or down their medications. In a work environment prone to shifting each and every day, such meetings were vital to maintain the facility’s pulse.

As I sipped my morning coffee and slid the bitter warmth down my throat, I could not help but eye the newest face of our staff—a young man with a sharp, short haircut and a stony, unsmiling face.

Alec Barnes.

A pest.

Throughout the entirety of our meetings, he could never just keep quiet, to sit and listen as we resolved any daily conflicts. No, he had to chime in at every moment he could, bringing everything to a grinding halt to interject with: “I have to disagree—Well, where I came from, we did this—If I could just stop you there.”

A pest indeed.

Every clinic had at least one of his sort—fresh out of college, hungry to get out there and feel out the unit they’d soon be running.

We affectionately referred to them as Weisenheimers—those who can do no wrong. Instant virtuosos of the field.

These people were easy enough to spot, postures tense with self-conviction, nodding impatiently as you speak to them, as though already knowing what you are about to say and that you are simply moving too slow for their patience. And you, only you, are the one doing things wrong.

I can still recall one in particular, a young know-it-all who had become a nuisance during our labs and clinicals, chattering in on how we’d been doing everything incorrectly and not “by the book.”

That is, until one day I’d spied the bag of dopamine she’d secured for a patient draining itself into their sheets. The sheets! Never faster had I seen one’s face flush so red.

And what happens to all that self-importance after moments like this? They are jettisoned out, left to the scorn of those they’d obnoxiously reprimanded. And you can bet your bottom dollar, Alec Barnes will get his eventually.

Reality has a way of compressing our egos.

***

After the meeting has finished and the Charge Nurse has assigned our patient loads for the days, I set out to complete my daily tasks.

Within the confines of our t

You take away their little brooms

This morning, my 4 year old daughter.

Daughter: I'm hungry

Me: nerves building, smile widening

Me: Hi hungry, I'm dad.

She had no idea what was going on but I finally did it.

Thank you all for listening.

It’s pronounced “Noel.”

After all his first name is No-vac

What, then, is Chinese rap?

Edit:

Notable mentions from the comments:

• Spanish/Swedish/Swiss/Serbian hits

• French/Finnish art

• Country/Canadian rap

• Chinese/Country/Canadian rock

• Turkish/Tunisian/Taiwanese rap

Hi all I just found this sub, my dad ( Male, 65, Asian, 174cm, 80kg)non smoking non drinking all his life, unclear of the meds he was taking, but he has been diagnosed since he was late 30s) was sent to the ER midnight of this Tuesday fainting and coughing out lots of blood, in which my brother immediately called an ambulance. He has had cirrhosis;liver cirrhosis for quiet some time but besides being occasionally tired he has remained relatively stable and has been able to work and lead a normal life. His ICU examination report States that he went into a shock due to loss of blood because of rupture of esophageal vein, which is causing his liver and now kidney to rapidly degrade. Because I am outside of the country now I am only able to see him from video call and he seems quiet swollen because of the blood and oxygen and various tubes. The doctor is not positive even though I am still remaining positive That he will awake from the coma and continue to recover build himself strong enough to get a liver transplant. Based on your previous experiences how optimistic is the situation? I really love my dad and this came very sudden for the family, especially when none of us even got to say goodbye as just a week ago he was very healthy. I want to know if any of you have experience and if you know anybody that has made a good recovery well enough to get a transplant, I just really hate myself for not looking more into this because my father always said everything is stable and under control when it really wasnt. And just finding out about how the liver can grow back after a liver transplant just made me feel even worse because all this time I could’ve donated my liver to him. I appreciate any advice and comments thank you so much. Really hope he recovers so I can make a transplant happen for him.

There hasn't been a post all year!