#stomach disease

[tailsfromthecrypt]

[kagoutiss]

green beetle black beetle

[nombitenary]

Chris wants a belly rub! He's even willing to let you choose where you want to rub from. Where are you picking, the outside, or the inside? Either way, he's content to lay back and purr as you help his guts with his latest meal.

[chronic-gastro-illness-culture]

undiagnosed chronic gastro illness culture is idk whats wrong w me but i think its trying to kill me

[persephoneflowerpetals]

So I went to the book store yesterday and I got some EXCELLENT Hades finds (which I will totally share later lol), but I found some Disney Villain cook books and of course, y’all know me….I had to sneak a pic of all the Hades and Hercules pages because I’m such a simp 😂

So here’s some free Hades recipes lmao!

[buddiekinard]

hey maybe celebrating cancer and moralizing it so that it sounds like ‘bad’ people deserve it is not a good thing when millions of people are suffering with it world wide and people have to constantly watch family members and close friends waste away and die a terrible death. like sure it’s great when bad people die but haha that person suffered from cancer and they deserved it is just fucking shitty bc they won’t see it but your friends and mutuals who are affected by it will and moralizing health and especially random diseases that can impact anyone and everyone isn’t a great look

[houstonxbreed]

Sooooo I was recently diagnosed with gastroparesis and I’m not sure what to do or eat. Everything I eat makes me uncomfortably full for hours. I do have an appointment with a dietitian next week. Does anybody on here have experience with this?!

My safe foods right now are only:

A sandwich with chips

Noodles

Small bowls of pasta

4 with a few fries

I only eat once a day. And it’s usually something from the list above. I am severely underweight and malnourished on top of already having muscular dystrophy. I really don’t want a feeding tube but my body won’t let me consume much without feeling tooo full 😭😭😭

[devilagent]

[ballad-of-the-lamb]

Sorry if this been asked before but I was looking at your comic about Leshys punishment and wonder if you'll do one for the other bishops?

yeah! i just gotta get around to it. it's new expansion season for mmo gaming which means i'm really busy with catching up on content and preparing for others for my social circles between work and other things going on in my life. heket's up next on the docket, and i do have her comics vaugely outlined so far. i'll probably get around doing them on private streams here soon

[the-reclawmation-studio]

A juvenile red-billed seagull. It was found dead by my dad, in a carpark near the beach in the early morning. No obvious signs of the cause of death, absolutely no wounds, broken bones, etc.

I wonder if it was something it ate?

As a native/protected species, I will need to apply for a permit before doing anything with this one. But it might be for sale eventually.

[writing-to-survive]

#196

Feeling butterflies in your stomach is a deadly disease, which only occurs when feeling mass amounts of affection and love towards someone. The more love, the quicker and and bigger the butterflies grow. They'll fill your stomach, killing you, then flutter out by any means necessary. The only way found to survive this disease is to stop feeling that love.

[twisted-rat-king]

when GI issues

[oc-sickfic-central]

Bad Timing Pt 2

2:36 am

Allie felt herself sleeping soundly but in the distant it sounded like someone was calling her name, then it got louder until she woke up and realized it was Koh. He wasn’t in bed but on the floor in the bathroom in agonizing pain. Kicking the blankets off and heading to him, Koh was on the floor, hysterically crying, choking on sobs. 

“Talk to me.” Not knowing if that would be possible given how upset he was.

“It hurts- so- bad.” 

“Where?” Allie moved some of Koh’s hair out of his face. 

“My stomach and chest. Feel sick but can’t bring anything up. Please, just make it stop.” 

“I need to take you to the hospital.” Allie told him. 

“They’re not gonna do anything! I’ve been countless times. I know what I need Allie.” 

“No! Koh, I’m not getting you or letting you use heroin. It’s not happening.” Allie’s voice rose.

“It’s the only thing that fucking works! I’m in pain and I only need a little bit.” Allie couldn’t believe this. She knew he was hurting and desperate, but it broke her none the less. 

“Give the hospital a chance. I will have them run every and any test they need. I will not let you relapse.” She assured him, a sob breaking out from Koh. 

“Fine.” Allie got up, getting on socks and her shoes and putting her wallet and keys in her bag. She slipped on socks and slippers for Koh. Getting him to his feet was not an easy task. He wanted to keep an arm, cradling his stomach and the other used to push up, feeling dizzy and the cramping was overwhelming. Like sharp stabbing pains over and over. Finally, Allie managed to get Koh up and out the door, down the hallway and to the elevator. 

The walk to the car was utter hell. They had to stop so Koh could catch his breath or double over when a particularly sharp cramp would leave him motionless. They made it to the car eventually and as Allie drove out of the garage and onto the road, there wasn’t a single car around. Making the drive to the hospital quick. 

Pulling into the ER bay, she got out and opened the door to the passenger side as a nurse came to help. She grabbed a wheelchair and could place Koh in it. Allie got back in the car to park it as they took Koh inside to check him in. 

When she walked back into the hospital they had him already back and getting changed into a gown. His movement was slow and face gritting in pain. Between Allie and a nurse they were able to get him dressed and in bed. They started an IV but opted for no pain meds, Koh knew it was for the best.

The doctor came in and asked general questions and then began examining Koh. The doctor felt around his belly pressing around the organ causing Koh to squirm and shift. He could feel stomach contents rising up. Swallowing it back down, and squeezing his eyes shut. Just above his naval was the center of all the pain and when the doctor pressed his hands in that spot, Koh heaved and a bit of stomach bile spilled out onto the bed. 

“Fuck.” Koh’s voice was shaky. “I-it hurts.” Koh closed his eyes as the sharp pains were back and fierce. 

“I’m sorry. We’ll let you get a new blanket.” The doctor patted his leg and turned to the nurse to order a series of tests and scans. The nurse got him a new blanket and took the old one way.

"Are you okay?" Allie asked immediately knowing the answer.

"Far from okay. This all gonna be a waste, they ran the same tests that they’re about to run now, and I can promise you everything is gonna come back normal or unknown. This will be a waste. I’m gonna leave here not knowing anything and still be dealing with whatever this is.” Koh rubbed the side of his head, feeling a headache begin to form. "I'm also embarrassed." Koh mumbled out.

“Why? Because I’m here?” He nodded. 

“Yes, you have to deal with me, with this! That hospital dinner was so fuckin important and I ruined it.” Allie took Koh’s hand. 

“You did not ruin anything. This is not something you can control. I’m not going to be upset or mad if you’re sick, baby. I want to help you. I know you can’t help it.” He didn't know what to say, instead he just settled into the bed wanting to rest. The dull ache that still remained making it hard for Koh to fully sleep.

A little while later a tech came in to conduct an ultrasound the gel was cold on his stomach.

"Cool tattoos." The tech complemented his koi fish that he had gotten after college.

The room was quiet as Koh watched the monitor, unsure of what he was really even looking at.

"Do you see anything?" Allie asked.

“I’m not sure. Usually, when see this type of wall thickening, it can be a type of inflammation. I want to get you up for a CT scan. Might give us a clearer imagine. I’ll grab a nurse and be back in a moment to take you up.”

Handing Koh some tissues to wipe the gel off. Koh just nodded as The tech left the room. A nurse came in a moment later when a wheelchair. Koh swung his legs over the bed and settled into the chair. The movement made him feel unsteady and dizzy. 

“How long will the scan take?” Allie asked.

“Should be about 45 minutes feel free to get something to eat or walk around.” The nurse told her and with that they were off down the hallway of the ER to the elevator up to imagining. 

The CT room had low lighting, which Koh was grateful for. The bright lights of the hallway were making his head hurt more. The nurse helped him out of the chair and onto the bed of the machine. 

“Have you had a CT done before?” Koh nodded. 

“A few times.” 

“Okay, so you know the drill. Lie still and when we’re down, we’ll bring you out.”

Koh tried to sleep but the room was freezing, the blanket they had given him was small and thin barely covered him. He tried thinking of something to keep him distracted 45 minutes felt so long when he didn't have anything to keep himself busy.

After the scan they brought Koh back to the room, Allie was on her phone and set it down as they came back in.

"I'm going to have the doctor review everything and we'll be in shortly to discuss with you our findings." The nurse informed them. Once Koh was back in the bed Allie moved closer to hold his hand. They were both exhausted and ready to go home.

About an hour later the doctor came in to review the tests and scans they took.

“Let me guess, everything is normal and you have no idea what’s wrong.” Koh’s voice was raspy, and it hurt to talk. 

“You have inflammation throughout your digestive tract, your stomach and small intestine. Your case is the worst I’ve seen in a long time. Has no doctor told you that?” 

“They said I had some inflammation, gave me antibiotics and told me it would clear up, but it never did.” Koh shrugged

The doctor took a breath. “It never will. Koh, you have a chronic condition known as Crohn’s disease. It’s a condition when your body’s immune system attacks and destroys healthy body tissue. Sometimes hereditary, genetic or environmental factors contribute to it.” Koh was speechless. After years of pain and suffering and no answers or explanations, he finally knew what was wrong with him. 

It was like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

"What's next?" Allie asked.

"I'd like for him to meet with a a gastro specialist. They'll want to run a few more tests to confirm and while there isn't a cure there are treatments to make the symptoms more manageable. I'll send home some doctors in the area that I recommend. Until you get in with the specialist I'll prescribed some anti-nausea. I’ll write up those and get you started on discharge, unless you have any questions.”

Allie looked to Koh.

“I’m ready to just go home.” The doctor left and Allie gave Koh a small smile.

“Told you.” Allie said. Koh turning his head.

“Told me what?”

“Give the hospital a chance that I would see to you were taken care of.” Koh smiled.

“Yeah, thank you.” She leaned over, kissing his forehead.

[r0semultiverse]

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa is nothing if not consistent & feral.

AKUTAGAWA NOOO! 😫

AKUTAGAWA, C'MON MAN!!😩

BRO PLEASE!!! 😭

UM EXCUSE ME? BITCH, WHAT THE FUCK?? HOW STRONG IS YOUR STOMACH?!

[chronic-gastro-illness-culture]

hows the tummy hurty fandom doing

[oneleggedflamingo]

Be me

Vacation on a hot island far away from home

Go on a boat trip to another smaller island

Get the worst diahrea and vomiting of your life after 1 hour on that boat on open sea

Spend 3 hours doing that on the bathroom of a small cafe while drinking 2.5 liters of fanta and water

Take the boat back to the main island and station yourself next to the cramped smelly toilet

Come back to the hotel, take some medicine, sleep a few hours

A doctor comes see us at 9 pm and tells us that you SHOULD NOT DRINK LIQUIDS RIGHT AFTER THROWING UP. YOU SHOULD WAIT 30 MINUTES OR EVERYTHING YOU DRINK COMES OUT WITH STOMACH ACID

She takes my blood preasure and it is very low and says that if the strong medicine doesn't stop me from throwing up withing 24 hours the only way to survive is to go to the hospital to get that drip thing to your arm

Take the pills the doctor ordered and try to not drink too much too soon...

So I was throwing up for 12 hours multilple times per hour, but I haven't thrown up since 11 pm last night 😎

I will live! Me 1 tropical disease 0