Im F21 - I’ve been suffering since September of last year. Everyday I’m profusely vomiting. I’ve vomited blood a good 15 times. I have incurable nausea that no sickness tablet will touch. I can’t keep any food down whatsoever. I’m permanently burping. I struggle with stomach and intestinal pain. It permanently feels like my stomach is swollen and in knots. I also suffered from extreme bloating for the first 4 months but have since found things to manage that. I’ve been on PPIs for over a year. It’s a horrendous way of living. I did a h.pylori stool test months back. It came back negative. But just yesterday I went back to the doctors and they’re gonna put me through for another stool test. It turns out if you’re on PPI such as omeprazole or lansoprazole it can actually cause a false negative so doctors let me down when they did the first test. I’ve been suffering for months losing loads of weight and completely unable to eat or enjoy food worrying and I’ve given myself eating disorders because of how poorly I’ve been. I’ve now come off my PPI and I’m really hoping that in two weeks time when I take my stool test, it actually comes back positive. I match all the symptoms. I’ve been waiting for my gastroenterologist referral since September2023 it has been expedited/sped up four times and I’m still waiting. I’ve been feeling like I’ve been dying, but the doctors say there’s nothing they can do. It’s only when you’re threaten complaints that they start doing a little bit of something. The only thing I have found to keep me going all these months is cannabis but that is literally masking my problem not solving it. If you’re stool sample came back negative were you on PPIs? Additionally, I was also told it is gastritis. It is gastroenteritis. it is IBS. It is IBD. I just think they failed to do the correct testing. Is anyone going through the same or a similar experience? I’m feeling desperate. If my test comes back negative for h.pylori I don’t know what else I can do. I’m really struggling

I had a 2 day period 2.5 weeks ago which I thought could be implantation bleeding. Did a pregnancy test on what would have been the third day of my period which turned out negative. This morning I had severe nausea as I was brushing my teeth and having mild cramps. Any thoughts?

23F, 160cm, 54Kg, no substances. No known allergies. I am lactose intolerant and have eliminated lactose from my diet. I have been feeling generally 'off' for around a year now, and have been having semi-regular blood tests. I have always had iron levels on the lower side of healthy. I have always eaten a diet high in red meat and other iron-rich foods, and yet I still have low iron.
It began about a year and a half ago, when I suddenly had an episode of feeling very off. I was fatigued, had pain in my arms, a strange rash that didn't go away when pressing (the best way to describe it is unconnected small red and purple blotches, confined to a small area usually appearing on my torso or legs), and experienced an overwhelming feeling of doom. I do have anxiety, however I have never before (or since) experienced that feeling, and there was nothing in my life happening at the time to trigger it.
I had my blood taken and it showed extremely high iron levels all of a sudden (more than 2.5x my previous levels). The only other results of note were low Urea and cholesterol, and high bilirubin. I have never had anything wrong with my liver before. My white blood cell count was normal at this time. The doctor recommended to monitor and have a follow-up test in three month's time.
Three months passes and I remain fatigued, and the joint pain is on and off. The rash mostly just appears after showering. I'm not sure if it's related, but I started coughing up a large volume of tonsil stones. My follow-up blood test showed that my iron had returned to its normal borderline low levels! everything else had returned to normal, except my white blood cell count. The total count had decreased but was still within healthy levels. My neutrophil levels had decreased by 50%. Everything looked pretty normal, so despite still feeling bad I didn't test again for another 8 months. I felt embarassed to talk to doctors as I felt like I was wasting their time.
Over those 8 months my energy levels took a nosedive. I could only last until around 3pm before feeling incredibly tired. I am not a big caffeine drinker, and drinking tea didn't help my energy levels. I get around 8 hours of sleep per night. I started taking iron supplements with vitamin c, but there was no improvement. The strange rash continued after showering, however the joint pain decreased (but still occured). I saw a doctor who confirmed the rash wasn't due to scarlet fever. He told me not to be concerned as it may be due to a skin allergy. I was feeling nauseous every morning, and my abdomen was constantly bloated. I often experienced severe pain just under the ribs. I also got recurring pain in my lower left abdomen and my doctor suggested a possible hernia. At nights I would again feel nauseous. I was still eating like normal. I always felt like there was something caught in the back of my throat, and I had a lot of excess mucus. I was constantly clearing my throat.
I mainly noticed that wounds were bleeding for longer and I had a lot of mouth ulcers. My gums would bleed overnight and are always an inflamed red colour despite regular burshing, flossing, and dental checkups. Also strangely I have had new brown moles appearing even in places not exposed to the sun. Around 5-6 new moles appear per month. I had a skin check by a dermatologist, and he confirmed no skin cancer. He biopsied two moles which came back healthy. I have been getting itchy red sores on my hands and feet which come and go. This is different to the other rash, and happens mainly when exposed to moisture for too long.
Still feeling very off, I went back for the next blood test. My cholestorol had reverted to the previous low levels, and my glucose was very low (borderline hypoglycemic). I have no family history of diabetes. My total white blood cell levels had once again dropped and were now bordeline low. My Neutrophils in particular were clinically low and the report noted mild neutropenia. I had not recenty been sick or had an infection. My iron levels were still borderline low despite taking supplements. The doctor once again said to just do follow-up testing when possible. That was a month ago, and I have since moved somewhere remote with very limited access to healthcare facilities to volunteer.
Since then, my appetite has been steadily decreasing. I have been eating around 1.5 meals a day as I feel very full very quickly. I don't weigh myself regularly, however it looks like I have been losing some weight. My throat is now constantly mildly irritated. A doctor noted that the lymph nodes on the right side of my neck were enlarged, however we chalked this off to me moving to the tropics. Two lymph nodes have remained swollen most of the time, one feels firm and doesn't hurt. The other feels soft and moveable, and is a little sore when pressed. The doctor checked for both ear and throat infections but nothing was found. The doctor recommended an ultrasound of my neck, however there are no ultrasound facilities in the place i'm living.
I had to go to a hospital in a neighbouring location for unrelated reasons after an injury, and they did x-rays of my entire spine. Nothing was noted in the neck area, and no blood tests were taken. I brought up the other symptoms I had been experiencing, but after treating the injury I was discharged.
I am just not entirely sure what to do. I am tired of feeling sick all the time. No changes in diet or supplements have worked, and doctors seem to have no answer for me. I keep being dismissed for a variety of circumstantial reasons like moving to the tropics, being stressed, indigestion, period symptoms. Everyone keeps saying it's because of the tropical climate, but these symptoms have been ongoing since months before, and the blood tests were all taken prior to moving.
At one doctor's appointment he asked if there was a possibility of blood born diseases. I noted that I used to work as a medical sterilisation technician, however I had never had a needlestick injury or other contamination that I knew of. It has been three years since I worked that job.
At this stage I am scared to go back to the doctor as I feel like I am wasting everyone's time. It would take a lot of effort for me to access medical facilities due to my location, and I don't see the point in going in for a follow-up test when I will probably be brushed off again. I would appreciate any advice at all, noting that it is very difficult for me to access medical facilities at the moment.

Hi, I was diagnosed with anospasmus and fissure.
Although, fissure has not been bleeding, my symptoms are pretty nasty.
Recently, after 4 days of bleeding, I have terrible burning pain causing also leg pain and perineum pain. Burning nerve pain. And sacrum area pain...
My GP told it is due to rectal/sphincter spasm. Gave me some meds but they dont help too much. I got also nausea and strong anxiety.
Has anybody had similar symptoms with anus spasms? What helped?
Lidocaine/piles seem to help for a short time, then it gets worse. Also physicam activity aggravates pains.

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Carrion fowls perched along the far walls’ parapets and cawed vaguely with their red wetted beaks in whatever direction; other scavengers supped at the puddles or pecked along the softened flesh of the dead. The birds, variable vultures, hopped across the rubble and curiously side-eyed corpses and pierced the bruise-blackened bloated skins and stripped away long muscle threads and tossed them to catch, to choke back on what they’d done.
The birds which stared, looked dumbly from their perches, and watched Boss Maron (what was he a boss of anymore?) stumble around where he was. His shirt was tattered and bloodied-marks or claws shown across his forearms and his belly. He moved like a drunkard with his feet wide apart. In some commotion, he’d lost a boot and swiveled as carefully as he could when putting his bare right foot forward. My brother seemed to spawn from the mess, to arise only from his slumber at the sign of my approach and I wondered about destiny or fate and as I saw him there, as terrible as he was, he was no match if not for the pistol which hung from the holster on his hip.
In getting closer, I saw the band from his hat had burst and so hung stringlike from the brim and dangled with his footfalls by the eyepatch he wore.
A series of collapsed, nearly unrecognizable apartments had fallen and been flattened or forced to bend in jagged directions; old catwalk rails jutted from the spot of destruction like a mad spider’s legs—an unsettling image. This seemed to have been the place Maron took refuge from the attack.
Wherever I went, it seemed that death was either fast approaching or near ahead so I never could tell from what direction to expect it; but expecting death itself was sometimes enough. I took to a white and curved piece of stone dilapidation—likely a piece from the hydro towers—and used it to purchase higher ground and saw Maron stumble nearer. Through the new byways created by the destruction, he remained slow and struggled and remained so far out that I was uncertain whether he saw me.
The hiss of spitting broken water pipes filled the lulls between the bird calls. The sun was deep yellow against the red sky. The wind was cool and held me aloft like a puppet.
Precariously, I hunkered at my elevated position and rummaged through my satchel but found nothing. Instead, I left it there in that spot and climbed carefully to the earth and unbuckled the belt from around my waist and held it whip-ready, opposite the buckle-end; it was a thin and cheap thing but perhaps good enough. I moved toward my brother, openly. Whatever would be.
Forty yards separated us and there was enough of an area of open earth among the piled collections of destruction; he still looked like a shadow, like a half-illusion of a man against the backdrop of interlocking wreckage.
“Hey!” I called.
Maron stopped where he was and craned his head forward; dust rose from around his feet then settled. “Harlan?” He asked.
“Yeah.”
“I can’t see you too good, you know.” Maron scratched his right eye with a rotating knuckle; the skin seemed irritated. “Those bugs itch like a bitch, don’t they?”
“So they say,” I spat between where I’d spaced my legs.
He placed his hand on the handle of the revolver which stood out on his hip. “I could kill you, Harlan. I’ve got a clear shot here.”
“Yeah.”
“You’d deserve it, especially after what you did.” His voice was gravelly; he coughed and wiped his mouth with a forearm.
I took a small step forward and Maron removed the revolver from its holster but kept it pointed to the ground.
I shook my head and remained still again. “What about after all you did?”
“Me?” he laughed sickly, “You’re one to talk. I guess there’s no hiding it anymore. I was ashamed of you. You—cavortin’ with demons—that’s all you do. I think I saw you speak to them a couple times. I feel like you whisper to them in your sleep. I knew what kind of man you were all this time and I let you go on.”
“You let me, huh?” I glanced to the sky and breathed deep and listened to the birds. A tight-lipped expression pulled my face almost like a smile and I gritted my teeth. “Here I thought I let you.”
Maron laughed again wetly and remained with his gun down. The gunmetal shone bright as silver from either cleaning or handling; it was good to know he’d taken care of it at least.
“I cried about you,” I said—some roiling thing rolled over in the pit of my stomach.
“So?” he asked the sky.
I closed the space between us by a quarter or more and stopped. “So, did you ever cry about me? Did you ever cry about them?” The trailing end of my sentence nearly broke my voice, and I abruptly finished the words to protest it.
Maron shrugged. “’Course I did. All the time. For them. For you?” He shook his head. In the light—just so—his right eye glowed white; blood trickled from around the bottom eyelid from over-rubbing while yellow infection oozed from the bottom of the patch over his left eye. “Somethin’s wrong in you. You did something. I know you did. Maybe you prayed to them things. Maybe you asked for it—Lady did weird seances before she,” with his free hand, he twirled a finger by his ear. “Maybe you spoke to them and did what you did. All that good and evil talk that Jackson went on about doesn’t matter anymore,” Maron shrugged then nodded and wriggled his mustache in thought.
“You used to call him dad,” I said.
“We didn’t have any dads, you and me. Looking back now, I see our mother—if she was—was the worst about it. We were some ragtag bunch of monster hunters? There ain’t any good and evil in this world and that’s a fact. It’s all just livin’.”
“What made you that way?”
“What way’s that, Harlan?” He sighed.
“I thought you’d be a good man. You were a sweet boy.”
“I guess.” His blind gaze trailed away, watched the birds on the far walls, and his uncovered bleeding eye blinked slowly and with effort; he rubbed it again and smeared blood across his cheek and blinked more and seemed to focus. “What makes you sure you’re a good man?”
“I ain’t.”
“I didn’t figure you were.” His eye traced the scenery, seemed to look everywhere and beyond me even. “You do all this too? You call down your buddies for all this? I was afraid of you for a long time. Now I know I was right.”
“Mm. I didn’t.”
“Quite the coincidence that you’d hang and then all this happens to stop it. Nice for you. Look around at all them bodies. Tell me it’s worth it. I know you and I know what you are. Harold didn’t believe it—hell I didn’t want to believe it. Here we are.”
I shook my head and felt silly standing there and holding my belt like a dead snake by my side. “It wasn’t too long ago I thought similarly of you. I thought you’d been some possessed thing, something that wasn’t my brother anymore. Like you said. Here we are. I was blind for so long and I thought it couldn’t be that you’d be this way all on your own. I saw you grow into something unrecognizable,” My shoulders rolled with a shrug. “What’s it matter? What’s any of it matter? You thought I was some witch and I thought maybe some demon hijacked your body! What’s it matter? It doesn’t. I don’t care if you are who you are because of me or because of this world—it’s over. And here we are.” I took a gulp of air; it was rotten. “I loved you. I saw something change in you and blamed myself, blamed the demons; maybe you were a mutant! Bah! It’s just you. Whatever you are is just you—doesn’t really matter what made it. I don’t know how I could cry over someone like that. I just don’t know.”
Maron nodded at me, and I took a step forward; the Boss sheriff leveled the long barrel Colt in my direction. The sun beat down and I took another step forward and another until I was pacing, shoulders moving in tandem with each step—though my left knee twinged, it wasn’t pain; there was too much adrenaline for pain. The gun erupted, broke the dead air, a few birds cawed and flapped away but mostly remained and looked on with apathetic curiosity. I stood still. Maron missed, took aim again, and I began to further close the gap.
The pistol rang again; my imagination insisted I felt the breeze from the bullet. I did not care. Here we were and here it would be. Again, twice more, the gun cried out; the last of that duo spiked the earth up at my feet and sent dust into the air; I passed through it.
With Maron nearly in arm’s reach, I reared with the belt—remaining with my right leg on the backfoot—I swung the strap out like a whip and felt the belt slack as the buckle met Maron’s nose.
He stumbled backward, fired another round into the air and my ears rang and I launched into him.
With him being weak and feeble and ill and tired as he was, he fell slowly in the way that people do when they attempt to stop themselves from going. He spun on his naked heel and landed on his knees, hands in the dirt, revolver hilt loosely clamped in his fist. I sent a boot to his stomach and from seemingly nowhere a wild scream came from me—it was a moment of human satisfaction.
He laughed there on the ground, and it was so like gasping for air that I wasn’t sure that’s what I heard. “I hit you once, I see only just a bit out of the right and I still hit you!”
The numbness forgave a moment of pain—a jolt ran up my left arm. Without a moment afforded to inspect myself, I launched another kick just as he came around to raise his head. My boot caught his chin and clicked his teeth together; blood ran like a spigot from his mouth while the cowboy hat tumbled off the crown of his head and landed in the dirt beside him.
His eyepatch came unplaced from his left eye and rested over his brow before the strings came loose and the object fell off him. The black hole there in his head shone starkly when he calmed his head to look up at me; the other eye was milk white.
“I’m dying,” he said, “I’m dying, but I’m a pretty good shot, ain’t I?”
I didn’t say anything and placed my heel on his shoulder and propelled him over, so he fell onto his back. There on the ground, the pistol lay. I bent and dropped the belt and lifted the pistol— a single shot left. The thing was heavier than the metal it was.
Maron lifted up again and spoke, “I’m dying,” he repeated, “I’m dying.” His head rocked forward and back in exaggeration.
I shoved him down again, remembered the bodies he hung, remembered the people he assaulted, remembered the tortures—with him looking up at me though, I briefly remembered the boy behind that man’s face. I didn’t say anything because I couldn’t.
“I see a little out of the right, Harlan—like I said. C’mere a minute. Just a minute. Or a second even. All I want is a second. C’mere and let me see you a little clear for just one second.”
I never was a good shot anyway, but that wouldn’t have mattered; I angled the revolver out from my body. He craned his head up for a better look maybe—like a varmint from a hole—and when he did, I fired the last shot and even though he’d grown so large in my mind, he still fell over like any man would. Blood spurted then trailed from his head; I swallowed a noise back.
Warm pain radiated from my left bicep, and I knew what it was; I threw back my jacket, so it hung only off my right shoulder and examined the spot. The notch was swollen, the flesh was gnarly and leaked. I cupped the heel of my hand to the wound while still holding the revolver and felt my heartbeat in it. Nothing stitches wouldn’t fix. So, Maron was a good shot. I lumbered over the corpse and stared into the one solid eye. Even blind, he got me once.
I sighed and half-straddled the corpse and ripped the gun belt off his waist and shoved it under my armpit then waddled over the dead man to the hat that’d fallen in the dirt. Our mother’s hat fit loose on my head, but her old belt slotted around me snug.
The wound didn’t clot, and blood ran in webs down my forearm and across the back of my hand. I shifted to look to the place I’d left the satchel and I saw an audience there—the underground survivors followed me out; they were arranged like tin solders frozen among the rubble outcroppings. Mal was there and nearest me. She called something out, but I didn’t respond. I shook my head as if to let them know I didn’t care and began to walk towards the piece of white rock. The broken band of the hat fell into the periphery of my left eye like a wayward strand of hair.
I slung the revolver into the holster on my hip and kept my right hand to my left bicep and gritted my teeth at the growing pain. Ointments were in the satchel and bandages and a bit of liquor—wizard brand.
Mal rushed out to me and slammed into me, and nearly put me over and the others too began to clamor off their perches—how they looked at me just like the birds.
Mal slammed her hands onto my shoulders. “You just killed and robbed him.”
I laughed. “Alright.”
“Why?”
I saw the boy—William—too had come and he remained among the small crowd that came around me.
“This needs treating,” I angled my head at the wound I held.
“What’d you kill him for?” asked Mal, again.
I ignored her, pushed beyond, and whispered something about going home.
The levels to the satchel were slow going and the people spoke amongst themselves, and I slammed my bottom onto the flat elevation and began to clean and wipe down. I fumbled with my right hand and kept my neck twisted just so and pried the wound a bit with my index finger and thumb. Blood ripped out of the spot, and I laughed and stopped and rewiped. Inside of the satchel there was a handheld staple gun. I put it to the spot, trying to keep the swollen opening closed. After a few overzealous clicks, I sighed and dropped the staple gun into the satchel.
From where I was, Maron looked small.
Like a whisper on the wind, I heard, I brought him to you one last time. Bravo! Well done!
I twisted around lackadaisically searching for the point of the voice and didn’t find it. “Stupid,” I whispered to myself.
Then I popped casually to my feet, felt the mild blood loss send me dizzy and I momentarily felt like I’d fall over and break my neck in front of all those fine people—what a laugh riot!
Mal’s incredulous expression was obvious even with the distance. “Hey!” I called out to Mal, to all of them, “I’m going home.”
“Where’s home?” asked someone.
“C’mon with me if you want.”
Some wanted and some didn’t, and we gathered twenty strong and Mal and William were among them. Lady surprisingly decided to fall along with those of us that left. Those that remained certainly died, but who’s to say?
All the horses were dead and even in searching for the oil wagon I’d rode in on, I couldn’t find it. Walking never bothered me anyway. When I grew tired, I used some discarded metal post as a third leg. We walked it and I thought it felt like a pilgrimage—damn all other religiosity. I hoped for the one and true religion: love.
Seven died westward. William succumbed to the skitterbugs and I managed to bury him even while others regarded the practice with apathy. Mal went quickly by a skin taker, and yet Lady remained; she was a hanger-on.
The only one that mattered to me was the one waiting for me—if they still waited. I hoped they did.
We saw Alexandria at dawn after many days of travel. Upon the sight of the arch along the skyline, whispers came over our group and one fellow wondered aloud if the arch was the source of all the magic the wizards knew. Lady rebutted the claim and cursed at the thought of it. Still though, she followed. I mindlessly told them it was the gateway to the west but that didn’t mean a thing to anybody at all.
Point-hatted scouts saw us and let us through while the sky was still waking. The nerves in my body danced like bugs. Whatever negative providence that’d taken over my life was gone at last. Though the weight remained, perhaps I could let it go with time. I wanted to.
Seeing Suzanne like that, still tired and yawning and even brow furrowed, I stumbled into them and pressed their face to mine, and I told them I’d never let them go and I told them it was over, and Suzanne asked me where the wagon was.
I didn’t have an answer for that and instead buried my nose behind their ear.
All they asked me then was, “Really, it’s over?”
“It’s over. I’m better now. Well—I might not be better, but I will be.”
A fat dog brushed my leg, and it was Trouble—the animal was kept on a lead by Gemma which tugged on the collar just a bit to keep the dog from tangling the lead around our legs. The girl beamed and I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen her so genuine as that. Her face was rounded from health.
I pulled Suzanne into another hug and hushed, “My legs are tired now.” We kept our arms around each other; I hoped they didn’t want to let me go just like how I didn’t want to let them go. The only thing that hurt was knowing I’d hurt Suzanne.
It felt ridiculous because it was, but I was an optometrist finally. It wouldn’t be easy, but I saw everything very clearly.
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Certainly! The recovery process after a laparoscopic gynecological procedure can vary depending on the specific surgery performed and the individual's overall health, but here is a general overview of what to expect:

Immediate Post-Operative Period

1. Recovery Room: After the surgery, you'll be taken to a recovery room where nurses will monitor your vital signs (blood pressure, heart rate, and breathing) as you wake up from anesthesia.
2. Pain Management: You might experience some pain or discomfort at the incision sites and internally. Pain medications, either oral or intravenous, will be provided to manage this.
3. Observation: The medical team will ensure you are stable before being discharged. This includes making sure you can urinate, that you are not experiencing severe nausea or vomiting, and that your pain is under control.

First Few Days at Home

1. Rest and Activity: It is crucial to rest and avoid strenuous activities. Light walking is encouraged to prevent blood clots, but avoid heavy lifting or vigorous exercise.
2. Incision Care: Keep the incision sites clean and dry. Follow your doctor's instructions regarding bandage changes and when you can shower.
3. Pain and Medication: Continue to manage pain with prescribed medications. Over-the-counter pain relievers might also be recommended.
4. Diet: Start with light meals and gradually return to your regular diet as tolerated. Drink plenty of fluids to stay hydrated.
5. Follow-Up: Attend any scheduled follow-up appointments to ensure proper healing.

First Two Weeks

1. Activity Level: Gradually increase activity as tolerated. Avoid lifting heavy objects or engaging in strenuous activities.
2. Symptoms to Monitor: Watch for signs of infection at the incision sites (redness, swelling, pus) or any unusual symptoms like fever, severe abdominal pain, or heavy bleeding, and report these to your doctor.
3. Return to Work: Depending on the surgery and your job, you might be able to return to work within a week or two, but this varies.

Longer-Term Recovery

1. Full Recovery: It can take several weeks to a few months for a full recovery, depending on the complexity of the procedure and individual factors.
2. Activity and Exercise: Gradually return to normal activities and exercise. Follow your doctor's guidance on when it's safe to resume specific activities.
3. Emotional Well-being: It's common to experience emotional fluctuations after surgery. Support from friends, family, or a counselor can be beneficial.

Tips for a Smooth Recovery

• Follow Instructions: Adhere strictly to your surgeon’s post-operative instructions regarding medications, activities, and follow-up appointments.
• Healthy Lifestyle: Eat a balanced diet and stay hydrated to support healing.
• Listen to Your Body: Rest when you feel tired, and do not push yourself too hard too soon.

Always consult with your healthcare provider for personalized advice and instructions tailored to your specific situation.

Hi everyone.
Long time lurker and first time poster. After 3 years of infirtility; 4 iuis, 3 egg retrivals and 5 transfers (3 fresh and 2 FET) I finally got my BFP! (English is not my first language so sorry if I misspell)
This sub helped me through alot of dark times and days. I used read about transfers and symptoms for hours. Now that I have my BFP I want to share my experience if it could help anyone (I am only 7dp5dt)
Symptoms; I used to think that I would feel it as soon as the embryo implanted. Symptoms I was looking for ; cramps, fatigue, thirst, frequent urination, headache, twinges, implantation bleeding, bloating, sore boobs. I honestly never had or have any of these symptoms! I felt more symptoms the cycles that did not work.
Actual symptoms;
1 to 4 days post transfer; I felt nothing and was 100% sure it was another failed cycle. Had a negative test and was upset the whole day.
5dp5dt; woke up with a runny nose no other symptoms. Took a test in the morning and it was very faint. I made my self believe it was an indent cause I didn’t want to get my hopes up.
Runny nose all day and kep sneezing at work. Took another two tests after work and again faint lines.. now I started to believe it might have worked.
Before bed 5dp5dt I felt the mildest backache (would not have noticed if I wasn’t so super aware of my body). Had a hard time falling a sleep. Woke up at 3am and could not fall back asleep.
6dp5dt; kept sneezing all day. Mild backache and mild cramps. Could not fall asleep again. Woke up 3 am and it’s 7am now and still no sleep.
Hope this helps someone :)

and seeing in its hole the deadly, trailing brute, implored it with fawning speech to aid him in his sore plight. Whereat the snake asked of the foolish creature as a gift the load which he had taken on his back; and the ass refused not its request. Ever since then do trailing reptiles slough their skin in old age, but grievous eld attends mortals. The affliction of thirst did the deadly brute receive from the braying ass, and imparts it with its feeble blows.
Come now and learn that the forms of the chersydrus and of the asp are alike in appearance. 360 Signs of a malignant nature follow on his bite: all the skin upon the flesh, dry, loathsome, and bloated with putrid sores, breaks out from below, disclosing a clammy wound, while innumerable and fiery are the pangs which overcome the man, and sudden swellings are raised upon his limbs, plaguing him by turns now in this quarter now in that. This is the snake that first beneath some shallow mere wreaks his truceless malice upon the frogs; but when the Dog-Star dries up the water and drought is upon the floor of the lake, then upon dry land he becomes dust-like and shabby, 370 as he warms his grim body in the sunshine, and with hissing tongue he haunts the thirsting ruts along the highways.
After him you shall learn of the amphisbaena, less in bulk and slow of gait, two-headed, ever dull of eye. From either end a blunt chin protrudes, the one far from the other. Its body is earth-coloured and wears a skin ragged, speckled, and sheeny. This snake, when it comes to full growth, do wood-cutters, as though they had cut for a walking-stick a stem of twisted wild-olive, strip of its skin as soon as it appears, 380 before the note of the cuckoo in spring. The amphisbaena benefits those with afflicted skin when crippling chilblains break out upon the hands of men overcome with cold, also when the bonds of their sinews slacken and weary.
You shall learn too of the scytale, like in appearance to the amphisbaena, though thick, and bulkier down to its useless tail, for the skytale is of the thickness that men make the haft of a mattock, while the amphisbaena's bulk is that of a maw-worm or of such earth-worms as the earth breeds after a shower. Nor at spring's oncoming, after it has quitted gully and hollow cleft 390 in the season when earth brings reptiles to light, does it browse upon the waving shoots on the fennel's branch, when it clothes its limbs with their new skin beneath the sun; rather does it retire to hedges and glades and lurk deep in slumber and feed upon what the earth may chance to yield, nor does it stave off its thirst for all its desire.
Consider too the king of snakes {basilisk}, small indeed yet far excelling all others: his head is pointed; he is golden-hued and three palms' width in outstretched length. Truly none of the heavy-coiled monsters of earth 400 abide his hissing when to feeding-ground or forest or in craving for a watering-place they dart forth at noontide, but they turn and flee. His bite swells a man's body, and from the limbs the flesh falls away livid and blackening. Nor even will a bird pursuing its track above the corpse, be it eagle or vulture or raven that croaks of rain, nor yet any species of wild beast that pastures upon the hills, feed upon it; such the terrible stench that it sends forth. Yet if so be that fatal greed draws one of them near in ignorance, 410 death and a swift ending are wrought for it on the spot.
Learn now the doom inflicted by the dryinas, which others call chelydrus. It makes its home in oaks or maybe Valonia oaks and dwells in mountain glens. For after it has deserted the water-weeds, the marsh, and the congenial lake, and is hunting molurides and small frogs in the meadows, it is sent speeding in expectation of the gadfly's distasteful onslaught; whereat slipping swiftly into the stem of some hollow oak it coils itself and builds its lair in the depths of the wood. 420 Its back is of a smoky hue, but in the flatness of its head it resembles the hydrus, and from its skin exhales a hateful air, as when about the damp horse-skins and hides the scraps of leather ooze beneath the paring of the tanner's knives. And truly, when it strikes the hollows of the knee or on the sole of the foot, a stifling smell is diffused from the flesh; also there rises up a dark swelling about the victim's wound; moreover he is distraught, hateful distress shackles his mind, and his body is parched with suffering. His skin hangs loose about him, so consuming is the fierce poison 430 which feeds ever upon him. and an encircling mist, veiling his eyes, overcomes him in his sore affliction. Some men scream and choke, and their urine is stopped; or again they fall asleep and snore, oppressed with frequent retchings, or from their throat discharging a bilious or sometimes a bloody vomit; and last of all a dreadful plague of thirst sheds a trembling upon their limbs.
Learn and consider the green and dark-blue dragon, which once on a time the god of healing fostered in a leafy oak upon snow-capped Pelion 440 in the vale of Pelethronius. Radiant indeed does he appear, but in his jaw above and below are arrayed three rows of teeth; gleaming eye are beneath his brows, and lower down beneath his chin there is ever a beard of yellow stain. Yet when he fastens on a man he does not hurt as other snakes, even though his rage be violent, for the wound upon the skin of one whose blood is drawn by his slender fang seems slight as that of a meal-nibbling mouse. From his earliest days the king of birds, the eagle, grows up cherishing fierce wrath against him, and against him with his beak 450 he wages a war of hate whenever he espies him moving through the forest, for every nest he lays desolate, devouring alike the young and the cherished eggs of birds. Nevertheless when the eagle has just snatched in his talons a lamb or a swift hare, the dragon will easily rob him, springing up from a thicket. The eagle avoids him: and then there is a battle for the feast. But as the eagle hovers round, the writhing snake is after him without cease, watching him with sidelong glance and grim eyes.
Should you chance to walk in some valley of limping Hephaestus's isle { Lemnos } or go to storm-beaten Samothrace - these lie far off in the Thracian Gulf, 460 where are Hebrus, the river of Hera of Rhescynthium, and the snow-crested mountains of Zone and the oaks of Oeagrus's son, where too is the cave of Zerynthus - you will find the long monster cenchrines, which men call the spangled lion, dappled with scales. His bulk and his length vary, but in a twinkling he sends upon the flesh a shower of putrid sores which will not heal, and these with their consuming poison feed upon the limbs; and ever deep in the belly the dropsy with its load of pain settles about the mid-navel. At the hour when the sun's rays are at their hottest 470 this snake eagerly resorts to rugged mountains, athirst for blood and on the watch for the gentle sheep, while beneath the tall pines of Saüs or Mosychlus the shepherds cool themselves, forsaking the tasks of herdsmen. Do you not dare, bold though you be, to face him in his fury, for fear he wind about and strangle you as he lashes your body all around with his tail, and gorge your blood after he has broken both your collar-bones. But in fleeing weave ever a crooked, manifold track, and baulk the beast's course by starting aside. 480 For by the many turnings and twistings of the spine he injures its ligaments; whereas he moves rapidly and at his swiftest when his path is straight. Such is the serpent which haunts the isles of Thrace.
There too are the bites of the gecko, hateful, though he is of no account. Of him the tale is current how the Sorrowing Demeter did him injury when she marred the limbs of him as a boy by the well Callichorum, after wise Metaneira of old had received the goddess in the dwelling of Celeus.
Harmless reptiles also there are however which feed in the forest, the brakes and thickets and gullies in the country; 490 and men call these Elopes, Libyans, and curling Mouse-hunters; and with them all the Darters and Moluri and Blind-eyes too which are reported innocuous.
Now all the simples and remedies for these ills, the herbs and the time to cut their roots, I will expound to mankind thoroughly and in straightforward fashion,- herbs by whose aid a man may heal the urgent pain of sickness. While the wound is still bleeding and painful, pluck your herbs freshly (this excels all other remedies) from some place where snakes feed in the thick wood. 500 Choose first the medicinal root of Chiron {centaury}; it bears the name of the Centaur son of Cronus, and Chiron once on a snow-covered col of Pelion found and took notice of it. Its waving leaves, like sweet marjoram, encompass it about, and its blossoms are golden to view; its root, at the surface and not deep-set, is native in the dell of Pelethronius. This when dry or while still green, after crushing in a mortar, mingle in a cotyle of pleasant wine, and drink. It is of service in every case; therefore men call it Panacea {"all-healing"}.
Assuredly let birth-wort which grows in the shade be commended; 510 the leaves it bears are like those of the woodbine with its ivy-shaped leaves, but its flowers are red with scarlet, while the odour diffused from it is heavy, and the fruit in the midst you will see to be like the wild pear upon the cordate pear-tree or the common pear. The root of the female shrub is rounded into a lump, but that of the male is lengthy and extends down as much as a cubit, and in colour it resembles the boxwood of Oricus. This you will search after as a surpassing aid against the dread blow of male and female viper. From it let a portion of a drachma's weight be mixed in a draught of tawny wine.
520 Furthermore take to yourself the treacle-clover as a protection against snakes, be it on some stony hill or in some steep glen (some call it Brief-flower, others would call it Trefoil) ; its leaves are like the melilot, but its scent is like rue. When however it sheds all its blossoms and its mottled leaves, it exhales a smell of bitumen. Then cut off enough seeds to fill the sauce-boat on your table, pound them in a mortar, and take to drink as a remedy against snakes.
Attend now and I will rehearse some compound remedies against disease. Grind down and take the strength-giving Sicilian root of fustic; 530 add a heap of the seed of the brightflowered agnus castus, savin, and the luxuriant rue, and pluck a shoot of the earth-pillowed savory, which in the forest spreads abroad fronds like those of the tufted thyme. Again take the root of the double-flowered asphodel, or else the upper portion of its stem; often with them too the seed which the enclosing pod ripens; or else helxine, which men call Clybatis and which delights in streams and flourishes ever in water-meadows. Drink them after crumbling them into a cotyle of vinegar or of wine which you have drawn. 540 Even with water you might easily escape death.
Consider now the excellent root of Alcibius's bugloss: its prickly leaves grow ever thick upon it, and it puts out a coronal of flowers like violets, but beneath them in the soil the root grows deep and slender. Alcibius a male viper wounded above the lowest part of his groin as he lay asleep upon a mound of uncleansed grain by the margin of a piled threshing-floor, straightway rousing him by the violence of the pain. Whereat he pulled the root from the ground and first broke it small with his close-set teeth as he sucked it, and then spread the skin upon his wound.
550 Again, if you pluck off the shoots of the sprouting horehound and drink them with bright wine you may ward of snakes : this is the plant which draws down the udder of a young cow which mothers not her first-born calf, and anon, swollen with milk, she cares for it. Herdsmen call it Meliphyllon {"honey-leaf"}, others Melictaena, for all about its leaves the bees lured by the fragrance of honey buzz busily.
Or else you should peel off the thin membranes of the brain of a domestic fowl, or pare fine some field basil and marjoram, or cut from a boar's liver 560 the tip of the lobe which grows from the 'table' and inclines towards the gall-bladder and the portal fissure. These then you should drink, mixed together or separate, with a draught of vinegar or wine, though a fuller cure will attend wine. And snip the foliage from the evergreen cypress for a potion, or all-heal, or the testicle which is fatal to the beaver, or that of the river-horse which the Nile beyond Sais with its black soil nurtures, and launches, a ruinous sickle indeed, upon the plough-lands. (For the beast, emerging from the muddy ooze of the river when the pastures grow green and the fallow has put forth grass, 570 tramples and leaves behind a deep track as long as that which it devours with its jaws as it cuts its returning swathe.) From it cut off a drachma's weight to match, and soak in water, shredding all together in a vessel.
And do not forget the wormwood or the berries of the slenderer bay; very serviceable too would sweet marjoram be, which flourishes in garden-plots and borders. And include curd from a nimble leveret or from a fawn of roe or red deer after separating the impurities, or the seminal purse which you have cut from a stag, or his paunch, which some indeed call the 'urchin' but others the 'intestinal snood'. 580 Take of them portions of two drachmas' weight and throw them into four cyathi of old wine and mix well. And do not overlook the succour afforded by the hulwort and the cedar-tree, the juniper berry and the catkins of the plane that invites to sleep in summer, and the seeds of the bishop's weed and the cypress of Ida ; for all these will heal you and will banish untold suffering.
Next consider another means of escape and protection from death, and take helxine and grind it in a round mortar 590 and pour in a cotyle of barley gruel, adding two cyathi of wine of ancient vintage, adding also an equal portion of gleaming olive oil; mix them by pounding and you will keep at bay the poison that bites like gall.
Take also to the sixth of a cotyle fragrant pitch and cut out the central pith from the green giant fennel; or grate the full-grown root of horse-fennel into juniper berries, also the seeds of the marsh-bred celery. The full depth of an alexanders 600 and two drachmas' weight of pungent myrrh: cut too the fruit of cummin that grows in summer and weigh them, or pour in at random and shake up unweighed. Then draw thrice a cyathus of wine and mix with them before drinking. Take to yourself a drachma's weight of fruitful spikenard and with it crumble into fresh-drawn milk an eight-footed crab ravished from the river ; some iris too which Drilon has fostered and the banks of Naron, the abode of Sidonian Cadmus and Harmonia, where as two fearsome snakes they move about the pastures. 610 Take next the thick-growing heath when in flower, round which the thronging bees crawl and feed; take too a young frond of the tamarisk that bears no fruit, an honoured prophet among mortals, which Apollo of Corope endued with prophetic properties and authority over men; with these green marjoram leaves and blossom in plenty, and tree-medick and the milky spurge. Bray all these in a mortar, and in the containing vessels medicate wine with them and take in one-tenth of a chous. 620 But of a truth the tadpoles' all too noisy parents, frogs, are excellent when boiled with vinegar in a pot; often the liver of the biting snake itself if drunk in common wine, or the poisonous head administered sometimes in water, at other times in a small quantity of wine, will help you.
You must not neglect the blossom of the sweet blue pimpernel with its closed eye, nor the all-healing marjoram, which men honour as Heracles's Organy; and with the Marjoram you should rub small a leaf of pot marjoram, and dry pellets of the savory that muzzle evil disease.
630 Be sure and take the well-watered rhamnus, like to the little Wild Lettuce; it ever clothes itself in blossom of white. The name whereby men call it is Good Companion, the men who dwell about the tomb of Tmolus and of Gyges on the steep of Parthenius, where horses that toil not pasture upon Cilbis, and where the Caÿster rises.
Attend now and I will tell you of roots that are a help against Serpents. First, learn the two kinds of viper's bugloss : of one the prickly leaf is somewhat like alkanet, since it is small, and the root which it extends is short and on the ground. 640 The other kind has robust leaves and stalks, is tall, grows purple with small blossoms all over, and puts out a head like that of a viper but rough on top. Of these two kinds cut off an equal portion and use as a remedy after shredding them on a block of wood or in a mortar or a hollow stone. Also you should make a paste of the roots of the eryngo and the flowering bearsfoot, and to these two add an equal weight of the campanula that flourishes about the hedgerows. Take too the heavy foliage of the field-basil upon the mountain and seed of the evergreen celery from Nemea ; 650 with them let the double burden of anise raise the scale that sinks with the weight of roots. These should you knead, and having mixed them in a single vessel you may cure one time the deadly bane of Male Vipers, at another the scorpion's wound, at another the bite of the poisonous spider, if you will crumble three obols' weight in wine.
Consider too the white pine-thistle and the dark kind also. The two are distinct: the dusky is like golden thistle in appearance; it puts forth a circle of leaves, its root is strong and dark, and it grows beneath shady mountain spurs 660 or in glades, shunning the sun. But the other you will find ever in the pride of its leaves, while the head lies low and bloated in the middle of them, and its root is whitish and honey-sweet to the taste. Reject the dark root of these plants, but of other stir a piece of a drachma's weight in river water and drink.
Take herbage of another kind that also bears the name of Alcibius, fill your hand full, and drink in a little wine. it was that when hunting beneath Phalacra's cliff, on Crymna's plain and about Grasus, and where lie the meadows of the horse, 670 as he hallooed to his Amyclaean whelps, he discovered through the anguished whimpering of his lion-hearted hound; for as it followed up a goat's trail along some woodland path it had received the female viper's stab in the watering corner of its eye. And with a howl it flung her off and readily ate the leaves of this herb and escaped deadly destruction.
Administer plenty of the sappy, oily bark of the castor oil tree, together with the leaves of the thick balm, or else the plant whose name is that of the sun's turnings, and which, like the glaucous leaves of the olive, 680 marks the path of the retreating scion of Hyperion. Take likewise the root of the navelwort, which in frosty weather draws out the painful chilblains on the feet of those with broken skin. Sometimes you may take the green leaves of the tall bindweed, or of hart's tongue, shearing off the stalk. Take too the Phlegyan all-heal, even that which the God of Healing was the first to pluck by the brim of the river Melas, when ministering to the wound of Iphicles Amphitryon's son, what time with Heracles he was burning the evil Hydra.
Now lay sudden hold on the marten's young or their mischievous mother, 690 and strip their fur over the flame of a fiercely blazing fire, and after rejecting all the inwards and the stomach's excrements, dress with holy salt, and then dry away from the light of the sun, so that its swift shafts do not shrivel the fresh carcase. But, when necessity comes upon you in anguish, rub the desiccated beast thoroughly with a rasp as though it were frail silphium or a round cake of dried milk, grating...

Hi, I'm 4 months into my Kyleena iud, after bleeding for almost 2 months my periods sort of disappeared, I would get really bad cramps followed with super light bleeding for a few days. So this month I'm unsure if i got my period or not but I'm having sudden sharp cramps and bleeding for a few hours today and feel super bloated.The bIeeding and cramping has stopped now, but I'm still feeling bloated. I usually never feel bloated like this and I'm worried if this is a symptom of pregnancy. Has anyone else had this experience??

I’m wondering how normal it is for your uterus to be bloated in the coming month after you had an abortion. I took the pill at around a month / a month and a half pregnant. Still I feel like my bloating (not stomach. Specifically my uterus. Right between my hipbones.) is getting worse. I haven’t been bleeding, I stopped around 2-3 weeks ago with all spotting. But my uterus is super bloated and it isn’t going down at all. I didn’t go to my follow up appointments because I have a full time job and I had to pay out of pocket for the abortion. Insurance didn’t cover. I also am pretty thin and I’ve never gained this much weight before. I don’t know if it’s for a different reason, but there’s a clear little bump on my uterus

Hey guys. My partner and I were trying some new things, unprotected anal earlier this week and I felt still very wet after the fact, is this normal?
My period tracker said I was ovulating right about today, but I had sex on Monday….. I don’t have access to any pregnancy tests or anything but my stomach hurts after every meal and I’m sort of nervous that I could potentially be pregnant. That’s my only symptom.
I should start my period on Monday so I’m hoping everything is fine but I’m still very nervous. Is there potential it could just have been excess vaginal fluid and I’m overreacting since it was anal? I’ve seen things that there could be a potential for getting pregnant but there’s also no chance of pregnancy. So I don’t know what to trust. No sore breasts, no bloating, maybe a headache here and there but I have chronic headaches so…. No cramping, No bleeding. No morning sickness. Just nausea after I eat.
Could I just be making myself nervous? Or dehydrated or something?
I just need a second opinion… thanks!!

I’m 38 and I’ve been having a slew of symptoms this past week. Lite cramping, nausea, indigestion, dizziness, heighten smell, etc, etc, etc. I started testing about 7/8 dpo (I know kinda early). BFN. I tested till 10/11 dpo, all negative. Then at 10/11 dpo I thought my period might have started (pink in color) but realized I was spotting (something I’ve never done before). Now I’m thinking implantation spotting.
SN: My cycles are regular and it was due this Saturday but this started Tuesday.
Today 11/12dpo I test still negative. Then I realized I’m bleeding a bit more heavily and really thinking my period has started. I usually have terrible sometimes crippling cramping followed by a heavy flow and today I barely am having any cramping and the flow hasn’t even been enough to fill up one pad but has had some clots. Everything has been completely out the norm for me and it has me nervous and if it possible I am pregnant and still experience all this.
I know every woman is different in their experience. But who has had something similar and what was your outcome?

For the past 5-6 months I have endured a nausea that is completely persistant. 28/Male dealing with consistant Bloating and stomach Gurgling.

• Endoscopy shows no Ulcers or H Plyori or any other issues.
• HIDIA Scan shows no issues.
• Ultrasound shows no issues.
• Bloodwork shows no issues.
• Taking prescibed nausea medicine doesn't help.
• Tried Manuka Honey, Herbal Teas, Aloe Vera, and Laxatives.
• When I exercise for weeks it occurs, when I don't exercise for weeks it still occurs.

Doctors seems as confused as I am. Any reccomended procedure or advice would be appreicated.
edit: It's worth mentioning I'm 6'3 over the past 2 years I've recently went from 370 to 290 lbs in weight. With exersicing and better food choices.

In my 20s married and off BC. Having some issues; started bleeding two weeks ago lightly for three days then it stopped. Had a pain so intense I couldn’t breathe or move, then stopped after 10 mins. Had some rectal bleeding for one day, the third day; TMI warning cos personally don’t even like writing this part but as an add on to the rectal bleeding info, don’t think it was from a tear as the blood was a bit radiating out of the stool from the water and there was an obvious amount in it
6 days ago my period started. It was very light until today, suddenly heavy and passing larger tissue than normal. Tonight on the 6th night I’m having fully body aching that Tylenol and ibuprofen combined are not ridding me of, but no fever, it’s 98.9 degrees Fahrenheit. Might just be coinciding with a cold since my mother has one, I’m home visiting. Due to the spotting bleeding/extra period two weeks back (3 now ig) I took a preg test and was negative. Haven’t had much acne from periods in a long while but my face is breaking out all over this time. Also more cramping than normal. One of the days of the period everything smelled foul and rotten but it was only the 4th day.
I have microcytic¿ anemia and iron overload, told a month ago now almost. I don’t know what causes it for me and barely understand the condition at all; just was told I have it and to follow up with providers but that’s going to take forever. I also have Interstital Cystitis, or bladder pain syndrome without a known cause. Does any of this make a pattern of sense to anyone? I’m wondering if there’s a polyp or decidual cast struggling to pass, something like that

I've been on the pill since I was 17 and am 23 now. I had my period 2 months ago and last month it didn't come, but I took my pills every day and in the morning. My BF and I had sex and he finished inside me which we both consented. But I didn't get my period. I have endometriosis which is why I am on it.I am 4 days into the active pills and I feel nausea and I get like that once in a while but I don't want to take a pregnancy test just yet and want to wait til my placebo pills are being taken. Sometimes my period doesn't come at all or I bleed for a week or 1 day, I asked my doctor but she brushed it off like it's normal. But I'm kinda freaking out and feel like my stress is causing my to feel like this. I don't know if I should wait or get a test with my boyfriend. And we've been doing it without a rubber for 2 years and I feel like my luck has run out. What should I do first, take a test, wait it out or tell my bf and do a test. I see him tomorrow night.

I just completed my medical abortion process and I want to share the experience in detail to help any women because I know these threads helped me. My boyfriend and I are 20 year old college students and found out I was pregnant after a failed plan B. We know we are in no place to have a baby and keeping it was never really an option. My parents are very traditional and strict so I had to hide this entire pregnancy and abortion process from them. My boyfriend is not allowed over so I went through it completely alone. I had awful morning sickness, my breasts were VERY swollen and I had a missed period. Once we took a test and found out we scheduled an appointment at planned parenthood. We did it online and got an appointment about a week out. The planned parenthood visit went like this. We arrive, fill out some paperwork and wait to be called to the back. The medical abortion pill was $550 without insurance. Thankfully my boyfriend had money to afford it. If you don’t have the full amount they will let you pay what you can on that date and I believe let you make payments. Once called the back my boyfriend had to stay behind for a few medical questions but they let him in shortly after. I was explained the process of how the take the pills, what to expect, and what was not normal. I was also told nobody has died from this which made me much more comfortable. I then sat up on the chair and the nurse gave me an ultra sound over my stomach with the gel, i just had to pull my pants down a slight bit it was non invasive. We were then asked if we would like to see and have our own copies of the ultrasound, we took them. Seeing the baby did not change our mind about the decision which I was afraid of. After the ultrasound I singed consent and took the first pill. There are 2 pills involved in this process. After taking the first pill (3 pm) I felt nothing. I went out to eat with my boyfriend and spent time with him. I had slight cramping but nothing bad. I then went and picked up my medicine. They prescribed 800 mg of ibuprofen for pain and a nausea medication. The medication only costed about $25 for both. Again I don’t have insurance and I want to include prices for those who don’t ! I went home that night and decided to take the second pill the next day. ( If pill is taken vaginally you can take it immediately or the next 48 hours ) The next day I woke up with my usual morning sickness. I made sure I was not vomiting so I could take my pain medication before taking the second pill. I took my medication for pain at 3:00 pm and waited about 45 minutes for it to kick in. At 3:45 pm I inserted the 4 pills vaginally. There are two ways to take these pills; orally or vaginally. I chose vaginally due to my morning sickness and I didn’t want to throw them up before they could work. The doctor told me whatever way you choose does not affect the likelihood of the abortion being successful. The pills just have to sit in a mucous membrane for 30 minutes and dissolve. Inserting them was easy and not scary I would recommend it if you are vomiting! I then laid in bed and sat on the phone with my boyfriend waiting for it to kick in. I made sure I had thick pads, changed of clothes, a heating pad, ginger ale, iced water, gatorade, and strawberries near by as I was going to be alone. Almost exactly 30 minutes later, I started feeling the cramps. They came on strong and VERY quickly. Right after I began bleeding a little bit. Withing 5 minutes of the first cramp I was laying on the floor in, honestly, excruciating pain. The ibuprofen and nausea medication did not work for me at all during this process I have to be honest.My stomach began to hurt and I vomited soon. I hung up on my boyfriend because the pain was just too bad to talk. I made my way to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. I did have bowel movements, not quite diarrhea like some people experience. The cramps at this point were absolutely terrible. They were very strong and came in waves with not much time in between. I genuinely felt like I was incapable of bearing the pain. ( you are) I began to sweat a lot and I was yelling and crying in my bathroom , I didn’t care if my parents found out at this point. The good news is, it only lasted about an hour. I passed only small clots and felt a huge relief. I then went in my bed and shivered and rocked myself to sleep. I was in and out of sleep with cramps but I still slept very well (2 hours). My boyfriend called me and woke me up and it just felt like I had really bad period cramps. I did bleed only small clots so I was worried it didn’t work. I then began to bleed a lot into my pad so I went to the bathroom. This part may be triggering and TMI. When I sat down I peed and it was mostly blood. I then felt my vagina open slightly and I released the baby. I was 6 weeks and the baby was honestly bigger and heavier than I thought. It was the size of a big orange. The embryo was released in the sack, I didn’t see it at all I only felt it luckily. I then laid in bed with cramps for another hour and felt well enough to shower. I also have to note , my friends and I noticed I looked very glowy and healthy after ! It was very odd like releasing the baby made me look normal again. I don’t know if this has happened to anyone else. I took a very hot shower and let myself bleed out the excess with the hot water running on me, this helped a lot. I then went out with my friend to get a sweet treat and I am pretty much back to normal. I am eating, no nausea, slight pain from cramps. I am still bleeding but not much. I hope this helps anyone who is lost or afraid or going through this alone. I did it and honestly couldn’t imagine someone near me while going through that. I do not regret my decision at all as I know it was the right one. Our bodies are amazing you will probably be fine by the next day !

I took my first pill around 4pm est this afternoon and I wait 24 hours before I take the pills that will make me bleed but I am worried because i’m having cold chills and a ton of nausea can somebody tell me if this is normal?
thank you 😊

I’m 11W3D and I’ve tried everything for my constipation. My diet has a lot of fiber with multiple apples a day, oats, celery, berries, bananas, along with adding chia seeds to my daily smoothies. I’ve added prune juice to my diet. I have taken Miralax, collace, milk of magnesium, etc. I’ve done constipation yoga positions, massaged my stomach, purchased a squatty potty, and I still am unable to have a bowel movement unless I do an enema or a glycerin suppository both which are not recommended by my OB for the first trimester but I’ve had to have some relief. It’s been quite literally weeks since I’ve had a bowel movement without one or the other. Enemas work way better but my doctor said they severely dehydrate you and if I HAVE to use one or the other do glycerin but avoid them if you can. Well I can’t avoid them and I wish I could do an enema. I asked my OB to refer me to a specialist and she did but my appointment is now 3 weeks away and I’m suffering. Nausea from morning sickness has mostly subsided but the nausea from the constipation, plus the lower back tenderness, the lack of motivation to move when it’s severe, and the extreme bloating is really getting to me. Any suggestions for relief are welcome 😭
-to add I’ve never suffered from constipation like this before, sometimes when I travel it happens but otherwise I’m a every morning person.

So I was diagnosed with GERD and IBS a few weeks ago, and I’m really struggling with food. Almost everything, literally everything, will give me stomach pain, bloating, nausea, chest pain, it’s hard for me to sleep, I usually wake up around 2am still with stomach pain but also feels like I’m having a small anxiety attack with a fast heart rate and sweating, diarrhea and vomiting.
In addition to this I also have congenital heart disease and have had 3 open heart surgeries by the age of 26. I’m now 30. Since my 2 most recent surgeries a few years ago, and the heart meds I take, and now the omeprazole, I just feel bad all day. I’m tired, I have no energy, I barely eat and I’m still unable to lose weight (lifelong struggle).
So I’m at the point where, per my GI doctor, pcp and cardiologist, I have to eat a dairy free, low fodmap, low carb (borderline pre diabetic), GERD friendly, and IBS friendly diet which also excludes spicy, fried, oily, fatty, acidic, citrus, wheat, sugary, soda, caffeine, chocolate, and processed food and almost all seasonings except salt. I can’t eat onions, garlic, tomatoes and red meat either. I can’t have a lot of vegetables or fruit because the fiber upsets my IBS and makes my bloating and pain and gas so bad. I can’t tolerate artificial sweeteners or sugar alcohols either.
If you made a list of foods that somehow passed all the screening processes I just listed, it’s basically chicken breast with salt and white rice. This is absolutely INSANE 😭. Anything and everything I’ve ever eaten falls into at least one of the categories that I can’t eat now. It’s so damn depressing and I’m not even losing weight either. I’m waiting on the results of my SIBO test, and I have an endoscopy and colonoscopy scheduled in like a month. Idk what to do or if they will even find anything as my blood and stool samples came back fine. I guess I just wanted to vent to people who know the struggle.

been dealing with this for a bit more than 2 months, got diagnosed with gastritis and prescribed pantoprazole which ive been taking. thing is, while i do have the typical reflux, nausea and occasional stomach pain when i'm in a bad period most of my symptoms are in my lower abdomen/intestines, that includes bloating, churning/lots of noise and constipation. considering that the symptoms keep constantly coming back, any chance my doctor's wrong and i got something else??

I wanted to share my experience as I know how helpful it was for me to read posts when I was preparing for this procedure.
I deal with anxiety and put off getting a colonoscopy for several years while doing everything else. I got the Virtual Colonoscopy/CT Colonography, fit test, flexible sigmoidoscopy first but the nature of my symptoms and family history called for a colonoscopy. It is my sincerest hope that this post can help someone make the best decision for their health.
Prep:
2 days before: no nuts/seeds/whole grains/ raw fruits/veg, etc. but I stuck to my regular foods (cooked vegetables, chickpea lentil pasta, beef jerky, chocolate, crackers made of quinoa/rice flour, split pea soup) I take Calm magnesium at night and that helps keep me regular so I figured I would not have too much to clean out anyways.
1 day before: Clear liquids only (I made gelatin with coconut water and took lots of electrolytes) I also took 2 T collagen peptides for additional protein. Snacked on some lemon hard candy at night. I opted for no breakfast because I generally do that anyways.
12pm 2 Dulcolax
5pm Clenpiq followed by 7 cups of liquid (mostly water, some broth)
7pm bm started and were liquid almost immediately (again, I take Magnesium daily and basically fasted since the prior evening so I anticipated being pretty cleaned out quickly)
8pm still going to bathroom, usually after taking in more liquids. Basically clear by now
9pm things were very settled and I went to bed
12am drank 2^nd bottle of Clenpiq and 2 cups of water – shortly after I felt some gurgling but no movement and went back to sleep but set alarm to drink remaining liquid
2am drank 2 more cups of liquid more gurgling and only a tiny drop of liquid yellow bm, otherwise still no movement
3am mini freak out about not having any more bm so decided to drink 2 more cups of liquids as I needed to stop drinking by 315am (3 hrs before 615am check in)
Spent the next few hours wondering why so much rumbling, bloating and no bm. Very concerned that I wasn’t properly cleaned out. Drove to endoscopy center. Finally had a small yellow liquid bm there and still worried it wasn’t enough.
GI doc assured me this is normal and as it turned out he said my prep was “literally perfect.” I watched the colonoscopy on screen and saw occasional yellow spots of liquid inside my colon which would just wash away with water from the scope.
The procedure:
Sedation was not an option for me for several reasons so I had to get through this unsedated. Given the pain I felt during the flexible sigmoidoscopy I expected this to feel similar but much worse. I had done plenty of research and had a decent idea as to what I could expect in terms of pain for a thin female with a longer colon and a few sharp turns.
It turned out to be as painful as I expected but much faster. I looked up average CIT times (the time it takes for scope to get to cecum) and prepared myself for 5-10 minutes of pain as my understanding was that the insertion and advancing of the scope is the worst part whereas the withdrawal time usually has no pain associated with it. This was certainly true for me.
I let the nurse know that I would be heavily relying on her coaching and that I wasn’t sure if it would be helpful to close my eyes, focus on the screen, or focus on her, etc. I just didn’t know how I would feel. It turns out I basically just intensely stared at her eyes as she coached me and then I let go and watched the screen during the withdrawal which was so easy that I spent most of the time asking questions about my anatomy and even joking.
How it felt:
The first thing the doc did was put a lubricated finger inside for digital rectal exam one second and then comes the scope. Within a few seconds I felt the “fullness” of having a scope inside the colon and then came the sigmoid colon. There were a couple of “stabbing type” of pains that made me yelp out loud (similar to how one yelps during a back spasm – not really something that I could control) and the nurse coached me to breathe and focus on another body part, s.a. curling my toes. That helped.
Then came the splenic flexure which was the worst part for me. It was definitely pain (not just discomfort) and at times it felt agonizing but just for a second here and there. The nurse had to coach me through breathing. The pain felt like intermittent stabs. Short and sharp. I kinda yelled out “where are we” so I could get a sense of how much longer it would be and heard back “transverse.” I have a colon in the shape of an “M” so a little extra length and extra bends which made this journey more exciting for everyone. I showed the doc the photo of my colon from the CT ahead of time and he commented that we had our work cut out for us - he was right. At one point the scope looped and the nurse had to put a fist deep into my stomach to help the doc navigate the scope – I was not surprised by this as I watched these abdominal compression maneuvers on youtube. Shortly after that I felt the scope going down my right side and I knew we were close. Next thing you know the doc encouraged me to look at the screen so I could see my cecum, etc. I couldn’t believe how fast it all happened. I mean, it was fast! I really thought it would take longer and felt a huge sense of relief as I anticipated the pain part being over with. I could feel my whole body relax and let go of the nurse’s hands as the scope started to work its way very slowly backwards. It was amazing to watch everything on the screen. There was no pain at all! None! Not even discomfort. I said I could do this all day and started chit chatting with the doc and nurses. It was SO easy at that point and absolutely worth it. I’m so glad I did it unsedated and now have an idea of what it really feels like.
I would definitely do it unsedated again!
Some Thoughts:
Having read a lot of posts on here I can also understand the horror stories of people waking up mid sedation and talking about how painful it was. I imagine that it would be utterly shocking to the body to wake up mid procedure and feel this going on inside the colon with no warning. Being awake during the entire procedure gave me time to prepare myself mentally, help the nurse to coach me, communicate with the doctor, and feel more in control of what was happening to my body.
I had 3 choices: to do it completely unsedated, to have an anesthesiologist ready to sedate mid procedure, or to do it sedated. If sedation was an option for me I would have chosen to have an anesthesiologist on stand by as I didn’t know how I would do. However, I would not have taken it or needed it. Since this was not an option for me I desperately took a single extra strength Tylenol about 30 minutes before the procedure in hopes that it would help. If other painkillers were an option, I would have looked into that as the Tylenol was a bit of a last minute decision. Despite the experience having some pain, I’m surprised that sedation (which carries a separate risk and presumably prevents/delays some people getting screened) is standard of care in U.S. My understanding is this differs in other countries.
If fear of sedation is keeping you from getting this procedure I hope this post is helpful to you. AMA

Hi you guys please I need some help, my pcp is recommending me to see a obg but my insurance doesn’t cover one. I had changed insurance plans so the new one takes affects on the first. But I am debating if I should go to the ER.
For the past 10 days I’ve been bleeding, not heaving bleeding. Like I can use one pad for a few days light. “Not to say that I do”. Then one day i passed a huge blood clot or something and idk if it was a miscarriage, but after that I’ve been cramping a lot. I feel sick, nausea, and headache. What is keeping me from going to the ER is that my doctor said that it’s normal for people with PCOS. Is that true? I read on another Reddit feed that people who have twins bleed for weeks during the pregnancy. But I’ve taken a pregnancy test and negative.
Has anyone else experienced this? I’ve made many post the past few days and nobody responds.