My frequent vomiting started three years ago. At first it happened in two to three month intervals, and then it would stop for a while. About six months ago it happened everyday at least one time daily. I have a very sensitive throat and stomach all the time.

This is weird to me, because there is sensitivity when it happens, but no nausea. I have also become afraid of unexpected public humiliation, and have it down to an art to drive and get sick in a bag.

My doctor’s been treating it as indigestion, and has tried both Rantidine and Nexium. Nothing has worked for me yet, and I nearly cried yesterday for the first time over this. I told my doctor last week I can’t live like this anymore. Finally, my doctor referred me to the hospital to have an Upper Endoscopy called and EDG.

Yesterday, I checked in to the hospital at nine in the morning. They placed me in a room and started me on an IV to give my body fluids. Around noon, they moved me to the procedure room, and squirted chloraseptic spray down my throat. I do not remember given the narcotic to put me to sleep, but remember most of the procedure. I was in a groggy state, but remember the pain, gagging, and doctor telling me to breath.

Previously, I was instructed not to eat anything after midnight, and not to drink anything after six in the morning. That’s usually not even a problem for me, but because I was made aware of this it was harder. I am limited now days to eating and drinking nothing for about six hours before I go outside into public. My normal weight is one hundread fifteen pounds, and I am down to ninety.

Going back to the procedure, a plastic mouth piece was placed in my mouth to keep it open. Then a tube the size of my finger was pushed through my throat, stomack and small intestines. They made cuts to take tissue samples of each region. The tube has a camera on it, to take pictures for later evaluation. Somehow, they also stretched open parts of my esophagus and made slits. This way it would heal a bit wider, and make it easier for me to swallow food. I am one of them people that have a hard time swallowing a small pill, when it comes to my medication. This is probably why I have a fear of choking to death. There’s been many times that food got stuck in my throat while eating.

I think the doctors exaggerate on how well the narcotic puts you to sleep during the surgery. I was finished after a half hour of first given the anesthetic. Right after, they let me go home. They don’t know this, but I drove home right after. It was no different then getting up for work in the morning on five hours of sleep. My roomate did come with me, and said he would drive me home. In fact, it was the only way they would do the procedure. If I needed to, he would have drove me the few miles home. However, he lost his driver’s identification and social security card recently. In conclusion to the procedure, this is what I was told right after. My stomach has much inflammation, and they will take a few days to study the tissue samples. The surgeon is confident I have a bacterial infection in my stomach. If the test shows the tissue is infected, my regular physician will prescribe me the proper antibiotics. I hope this is true, as it may rid my body of the daily throwing up ritual. It is likely the test will be repeated in a few months to confirm the infection is gone. Oh, and my throat and stomach still hurts today. It feels like someone is cutting straight down into my stomach?