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Originally posted by mjlrn97This thread is about the real thing.........you know, gassssssss. Intestinal, that is. Flatulence. Flatus. Fluffing. OK, farting. And what I want to know is, WHY in God's earth does it hit you so hard in middle age?!
LMAO!! :rotfl: :rotfl:
OMG, first I was crying at your post about your daughter, and now I'm laughing so hard my sides are hurting! :D
Kacy
I do have gallstones, I know....a few years ago when I was dx with kidney & bladder stones, the CT also showed some calculi in the GB. Every now and then I get a grabbing, pinching sort of pain in that area after eating or if I sit in a certain position, but it doesn't last, and it's certainly not anything I can't stand. I'm sure it'll need to come out eventually, and yes, I fit in every single category (obese Caucasian female in her mid-forties). But I had no idea this could cause all this.....phffffft! (imagine Britney Spears singing "Oops I farted again, I made you believe that it was the dog, it was really my butt") :imbar
I take Lactaid too, it hasn't helped much with the gas, although I don't have near the amount of diarrhea I used to with ANYTHING dairy. ( Yep, I've developed lactose intolerance too, dammit!) The one thing that works most of the time is, of course, simethicone, and I fear becoming dependent on it and having it become ineffective. AAAAAAACK!!
Weeeeeell, if it's any comfort to you, mine have progressed to where they now come out both ends WITHOUT WARNING, :imbar and I don't need to eat, drink, or do anything. They have taken on a mind of their own, and have become extremely crude, because not only are they loud, but they seem to either come out repititiously, or one LOOOOOOOOG One for everyone to hear.
And ooh lordy, do they STINK!
In fact, when I recently did a sleep study, they were so bad, they kept me awake, and then the plumbing began to run fast and furious, every hour on the hour. So of course, I had to have the technician accompany me to the bathroom each time, so she got winded and blasted with them uncontrollable things so bad, she said, :chuckle "My, you're windy tonight."
I replied by saying, "Honey, you don't know the half of it. It happens so often, and always without warning, I'm seriously considering changing my name to, "Windy.":mad:
VivaLasViejas, ASN, RN
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This thread is about the real thing.........you know, gassssssss. Intestinal, that is. Flatulence. Flatus. Fluffing. OK, farting. And what I want to know is, WHY in God's earth does it hit you so hard in middle age?!
Here's the issue. Up until about six months ago, I never had a problem with gas. Sure, I suppose I produced the usual amount during sleep, when one has little control over such things.......I certainly didn't do it during waking hours, except, of course, for belching whenever I drank soda pop too fast. Now, however, I can barely go a day without having to take Gas-X to remain socially acceptable. I mean, this stuff is EVIL.......not only is it noisy, but sometimes there's a toxic cloud that causes the eyes to weep and the family to hightail it out of the house before it chokes them.
It's SO difficult to remain a lady with this daily battle going on between my intestines and my sense of propriety. When I complained to my DH about it, he simply said, "Welcome to middle age!" Thanks a lot, Mister Eight-Years-Older! Of course, he's been rather, uh, boisterous since HIS mid-40s too, but being a man, he's somewhat insulated from the social opprobrium that I would face if I were to trumpet as raucously (and as frequently) as my innards call for.
So, what the hell is going on? Is it just aging? Is it due to overweight, nerves, a bad diet, or all the Diet Coke I drink? To be honest, I do consume a large amount of the stuff, but all it ever made me do in the past was burp, and while that's not very nice, it's not the end of the world. This, on the other hand, is not only embarrassing, but it's become amazingly difficult to control.........at any moment you can hear my poor outraged insides groaning and gurgling, and you don't even need a stethoscope! Some days it's not bad at all, but other days I live in fear of some of these odoriferous emanations escaping, and sometimes I just have to duck into an empty room (at work) or run for the bathroom (at home) and let 'er rip.
Please, somebody, help me before I have to buy stock in the Gas-X company or completely alienate everyone I live and work with!:imbar Thank you!!