Or, "How did I get this fat when it's this hard to eat?"
For years now, I've had a problem with my throat closing up when I try to eat. It seems worse in the spring and fall, which makes me wonder if it's allergies to something or other, but it can hit any time. It never constricts my breathing, but whatever I'm trying to eat lodges in my throat and then it's a waiting game. Most of the time it goes down, but it feels like I've swallowed a whole orange -- I can feel it scraping its way down, all the way down. On occasion, the food does not go down and I have go hurk it back up. That's especially fun. Either way, I can usually count on a protracted bout of hiccups -- and those are always enjoyable when they're loud. People stare in restaurants.
I'm not asking for advice on this; I'm just bitching. It hurts like hell, it's inconvenient, it's embarrassing. My boyfriend the sturdy nurse blames acid reflux disease for it, and I can see that... My father had the same problem, as does my uncle, and both of them had to have their esophagi stretched to remedy it. I've talked to my doctor about it, but as long as I can choke down a meal, he doesn't seem inclined to do anything about it.
And every time it happens, I look down at my gut and wonder how the hell I got this fat when it's this hard to eat.
For years now, I've had a problem with my throat closing up when I try to eat. It seems worse in the spring and fall, which makes me wonder if it's allergies to something or other, but it can hit any time. It never constricts my breathing, but whatever I'm trying to eat lodges in my throat and then it's a waiting game. Most of the time it goes down, but it feels like I've swallowed a whole orange -- I can feel it scraping its way down, all the way down. On occasion, the food does not go down and I have go hurk it back up. That's especially fun. Either way, I can usually count on a protracted bout of hiccups -- and those are always enjoyable when they're loud. People stare in restaurants.
I'm not asking for advice on this; I'm just bitching. It hurts like hell, it's inconvenient, it's embarrassing. My boyfriend the sturdy nurse blames acid reflux disease for it, and I can see that... My father had the same problem, as does my uncle, and both of them had to have their esophagi stretched to remedy it. I've talked to my doctor about it, but as long as I can choke down a meal, he doesn't seem inclined to do anything about it.
And every time it happens, I look down at my gut and wonder how the hell I got this fat when it's this hard to eat.


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