Thanks for your...
...concern. All I know is that. They figured it out by the symptoms and will test for what, I don't know. I have a feeling it won't matter. Now, no more sad stuff...it depresses me.
Sometime late last year I started having a little trouble swalloing. I thought it might have been a fistula because the food seemed to get "hung up" back there. Now, I'm almost afraid to swallow because it's gotten so bad. I have a stabbing pain in my chest and there's this feeling that I can't explain, but it's like there's something foreign in my chest. Also, whatever it is seems to be pushing on my windpipe. I can feel the constriction of my trachea. It's not really bad right now, but it's sort of freaky how quickly things are getting worse.
So anyway, I decided to eat an english muffin with a SHITLOAD of butter. I can eat whatever I want to eat but I'm never sure when I will choke on my food and that's what it feels like when it happens. But, I can still get food down, I just hope that it dosn't happen again. To make matter worse, there's a box of Chips Ahoy that I'd like to eat, but now that I know those cookies are cruising around in cars, blasting the music and having a great time, I feel guilty eating them. I don't think that a food manufacturer should personalize their product like that. I can't eat things with a personality.
I took a nap (after eating Anna Nicole doses of xanax) and it feels like daytime when it's really not. I feel as though I have all day to clean the kitchen but in reality, I should've had dinner ready hours ago. Oh well. It'll keep. And...I have to wash and curl my hair and primp completely, make up and the right clothes but I'm not going out. I'm going to film myself for 2 minutes telling why I should be on the show Big Brother. I figure that I'm probably too old, but what the hell, it sounds like fun and I don't have anything to lose but a tape and it's not going to be a tape that I would watch very often.
Oh, I haven't told anyone but you guys so if you happen to know my kids or my father...or anyone that I know, don't tell them. I will do it myself. You can call me if you want, but don't call each other. PULEESE! Let me handle this.
Well, I have to clean the kitchen and primp and all that crap so I have to go. I'll get back to you before the night's over.
See ya!
Meg
...concern. All I know is that. They figured it out by the symptoms and will test for what, I don't know. I have a feeling it won't matter. Now, no more sad stuff...it depresses me.
Sometime late last year I started having a little trouble swalloing. I thought it might have been a fistula because the food seemed to get "hung up" back there. Now, I'm almost afraid to swallow because it's gotten so bad. I have a stabbing pain in my chest and there's this feeling that I can't explain, but it's like there's something foreign in my chest. Also, whatever it is seems to be pushing on my windpipe. I can feel the constriction of my trachea. It's not really bad right now, but it's sort of freaky how quickly things are getting worse.
So anyway, I decided to eat an english muffin with a SHITLOAD of butter. I can eat whatever I want to eat but I'm never sure when I will choke on my food and that's what it feels like when it happens. But, I can still get food down, I just hope that it dosn't happen again. To make matter worse, there's a box of Chips Ahoy that I'd like to eat, but now that I know those cookies are cruising around in cars, blasting the music and having a great time, I feel guilty eating them. I don't think that a food manufacturer should personalize their product like that. I can't eat things with a personality.
I took a nap (after eating Anna Nicole doses of xanax) and it feels like daytime when it's really not. I feel as though I have all day to clean the kitchen but in reality, I should've had dinner ready hours ago. Oh well. It'll keep. And...I have to wash and curl my hair and primp completely, make up and the right clothes but I'm not going out. I'm going to film myself for 2 minutes telling why I should be on the show Big Brother. I figure that I'm probably too old, but what the hell, it sounds like fun and I don't have anything to lose but a tape and it's not going to be a tape that I would watch very often.
Oh, I haven't told anyone but you guys so if you happen to know my kids or my father...or anyone that I know, don't tell them. I will do it myself. You can call me if you want, but don't call each other. PULEESE! Let me handle this.
Well, I have to clean the kitchen and primp and all that crap so I have to go. I'll get back to you before the night's over.
See ya!
Meg
posted by Meg Kelso | 4:39 PM
3 Comments:
I had most of those symptoms at one point, and still get some from time to time. It turned out to be esophageal spasms that were triggered by reflux, which is caused by a small, sliding hiatal hernia that I got when I was pregnant. I thought I was having a heart attack. They thought it was cancer. Turned out to be nothing compared to your situation.
25% is a whole lot better than 0%, so it's not over yet. You're a free spirit, remember? You can fight with the best of them.
Meg? You can't leave. Not yet :)
Meg, I am not going to comment on anything bad, I know that you are going to be fine and I will just stick with that. On the other hand...Big Brother....YES!! I love that show, it would be so great if you were on there. I don't think age has anything to do with it, personality...that is what they are looking for. I will keep my fingers crossed for you, but will you be able to handle not having any contact with the outside world for a few months? If you are up for it, I would vote for you to win anyday!! Good Luck
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