I feel you in the foodphobic I don’t let other prepare food for me and I have to go to insane levels to ensure there isn’t any cross contamination with anything I buy.
I’ll agree that the food ingested plays large in part to issues, and this is of course all just my opinion but if you smoke/dab still I’d suggest checking out how important our mucosa linings are. The small things all add up to bad things I like to see people healthy, it has a direct correlation on being happy, from what I’ve seen - not to say you aren’t happy lol but I think you get what I mean @moveweight
Update, penis envy, stem and a cap, dried, chewed very well like a patient cow. Just woke up from deep sleep filled with vivid dreams of amnesia that I cant quite remember. Sitting in the roasting sun yesterday with sweat freely pouring out of my liquid skin I felt the spirits of vikings at peace time telling me I cannot relax; I am not done. There will always be another battle, in this world and the next, and rest is part of the fight. In order to prepare for war one must gather all of ones self, to rest is to explore the wilderness within, focus on your enemy, learn to love him, and hence how to defeat him in such a way that he dies with dignity in respect to the laws of this war. You can say a prayer for him, as you are him and he is you, as you slip the blade in and twist, gently laying your own head back as you watch yourself melt into all that ever was, immortal at last, a drop in life’s river. Like the serpent eating it’s own tail, there’s is another bead of sweat forming always, a quivering drop hanging on with surface tension, waiting, waiting to fall.
It also occurred to me that water is a finite resource, and that song ‘what the world needs now, is love, sweet love it’s the one thing there’s just to little of’ and I realized water is love, and true strength is in bending like the reed, not standing fast like the river stone, it will all be washed into the ocean, through me and us, hanging in the form of sweat now, as my hands sifted through the earth under the radiating sun suspended for eternity from our tortured brows
Since the time I confirmed it was CHS (1+ years ago) it seems about 2-8 weeks between episodes, which for me begin later in the day, and end with me sleeping…and feeling great the next day honestly, despite being hungry and . That has struck me as very curious… like how good I feel the next morning… not run down, but purified, like a kind of afterglow, but I doubt this would be consistent across all sufferers…
You’re pretty much nailing chs symptoms on the head.
How much do/did you ingest? Have you considered quitting?
I definitely feel purged when it’s all over, and even though my veins might be sore from holding iv’s and my lips chapped from bile, I feel like a billion bucks.
But mine has occured three months in to a four month weed break, which I do not understand. It also started the year I came back from the military, where I admit I redirected my enthusiasm to alcohol 'merica.
While I do not want it to be chs, I have been in and out of conviction that it is. I’m not trying to take a twelve month break and still end up getting sick, but maybe it doesn’t work the way I think it does.
Bear with me here. The first time I looked closely for triggers, I noticed that that day I had:
smoked a lot…
…mostly while sitting still in one spot
coughed a good amount, including after eating, while sitting in said spot…
An important bit of info about me now: although I’m very fortunate to have some gene from my mom that prevented me from becoming obese despite chronically overeating right before bed, I would put away serious amounts of food…right before bed…and I can remember several years ago, ate an entire package of Oreos one night (I don’t eat all the frosting but I do infuse whole milk into every cookie, bros) and that was the night my stomach started to bust upwards through my esophageal sphincter…
…Leaving me with what is known as a hiatal hernia, where a small portion of the stomach is actually pinched off and thus sits above the diaphragm. It has some very obnoxious effects, but it’s also among the last types of bodily trauma to ever feel bad for someone about haha.
When I sit in my car or certain other places, it forces a kink in my stomach (virtually confirmed via experimentation with changing positions during eating/drinking)
The other trigger that became apparent: when I didn’t drink much water during the day. BUT after believing for a while that I was “just dehydrated,” one day, I suddenly realized it was possible the kink in my stomach and the lack of water could contribute to the same issue: a backup of food in my “upper stomach,” i.e. a lack of proper flushing of the contents of the upper stomach into the lower stomach.
I’m convinced my CHS symptoms have something to do with poor gastric emptying, but verifying it could be a challenge
I dont know you from Adam, but thank you so much for being open.
With that in mind I’ll do the same.
In the twenty years this has been going on, I’ve been in 110 plus degree kitchens for extended periods of time. I’ve lived the kitchen lifestyle. Which means I have seen it and done it all, everything but get rich and famous of course, but kitchen folk know how to get what they really want.
There was a point I’d go days without a sit down proper meal, but I could put away some beer for a skinny young buck. I knew all the dealers, they were at the bar. I’ll eat tomorrow, were going after hours tonight. Everything spiraled out of control when my brother died, I had a kid on the way, so I cleaned up my act a little at a time for the last ten years, and I’ve never been happier, married baby mama, another kid, solid job baking.
The whole time , getting sick two to three times a year.
Positive stress seems to be my only trigger these days. Holidays and events in particular.
Otherwise you’d never know it to look at me. Skinny, but endurance for days, pull ups in my sleep.
And if oreo would quit with the birthday cake ones and white fudge dipped…I mean it’s their fault I ate the whole box. And yeah I did it late night, out of shame
I get random puke episodes that land me in the hospital probably 4 times a year. I deny it’s the cannabis every single time.
One time I got a case of “sight dysentery” from eating a really old ass donut and the er doctor kept on bringing up how I shouldn’t smoke.
I told that same E. R. Doctor “if I quit you’ll see me in here in 2 months and it won’t be for dysentery it’ll be for a mental breakdown and you’ll most likely send me to a psych ward.” I got looked at with that look of a “holy shit, he’s not kidding”
I am anemic in the first place though and I don’t take care of it. I am autistic and my diet is mainly acidic. I do drink a lot of coffee and I drink alcohol once a week or every other week with friends caus ei don’t like to drink. I smoke cigarettes here and there usually when I drink, though lately cause of the pandemic I’ve been smoking cigarette a little more frequently…
I don’t think cannabis is the culprit but ya never know.
It’s a little out there and not at all common, but Histamine intolerance is a weird WEIRD thing that can cause random bouts of nausea, vomiting or other gut related anomalies
Iv benadryl happened to do better than dilaudid, mostly because they both allow me to sleep but with the antihistamine I was able to ‘wake up’ later, and it doesn’t slow down my gut like dope.
Yeah any opioids cause gut to slow down, no bueno. It’s funny too, cause that’s the first go to thing for hospitals to want to give me when I go in even though I state I have crohns and am having what appears to be a flare up. Turns out what I’ve been telling them for years has been correct, the solumedrol - corticosteroid - they’ve been pumping into me - which is also derived from CMP (cow milk protein), something i have an allergy to - has been like trying to put a nail in a board with a fucking excavator instead of using the proper equipment for the job. Turns out I have histamine intolerance that’s been hospitalizing me. I’m starting to doubt that I even have crohns and the two bowel resections they’ve done on me we’re completely unnecessary; histamine responses become more prominent at the sutured sections too fucking “medicine” has failed me at every turn.
I’ve had alot of it, I’d rather save it in case I need it. First shot in the e.r. was like going to heaven, now if i get a shot it just makes my neck tense and my head hot. Then i get grumpy and drowsy. My tolerance shot right up after that first shot and stayed there, even though i try to refuse opioids and get them maybe once a year.
Makes me think of Matt Dillon in drugstore cowboy “it starts with a soft pink explosion at the base of the neck…”
I don’t let other prepare food for me and I have to go to insane levels to ensure there isn’t any cross contamination with anything I buy.
I like to see people healthy, it has a direct correlation on being happy, from what I’ve seen - not to say you aren’t happy lol but I think you get what I mean
'merica.
