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So, I actually stuck to a strict low-carb diet for three whole years—can you believe that? But then life happened... work got crazy, stress levels hit the roof, and honestly, I just ended up crawling right back to the carbs. Plus, I have this massive histamine intolerance, which is just great. Basically, the second I eat anything with high histamine levels, I feel like I’m getting totally "drunk."
I swear, it feels like I swallowed a giant snake—it’s just this constant writhing and pounding all down my left side, and it’s been going on for three years now. Last year, I went through the whole gauntlet: abdominal X-rays, a gastroscopy, plus all the blood, urine, and stool tests you can imagine. The X-ray showed I’ve got scoliosis on my left side, and my neck? Honestly, it feels like it’s about to snap. Then the gastroscopy pointed to reactive gastritis, and my bloodwork showed high histamine levels from some kind of bloat issue... I am literally dying every single day. I was supposed to get a colonoscopy done too, but I totally chickened out and missed the appointment. After doing all those tests, all they gave me was Esomeprazole for my stomach. I took it for a whole year and it didn't do squat—if anything, I felt worse, so I eventually just gave up on the doctors altogether. Sometimes the pain shoots right into my left shoulder blade, other times it migrates down into my stomach, or settles deep in my lower left abdomen. It’s always worst when I’m lying down; it actually wakes me up from sleep. There isn't a single position where I feel okay. Honestly, there have been moments where the pain was so intense I just wanted it all to end. I’m at a total loss—I don't even know what to stop eating anymore because everything seems to trigger it. And my stomach looks so weird, it just gets incredibly bloated. I’ve been a bit on the heavier side since I was a kid, but I have never had a belly as swollen and huge as this one right now.
They totally knocked me out. Everything went super smooth. I woke up and honestly—it was such a trip, kind of like being in a dream where you just suddenly plummet into deep sleep. One second I’m just... off, and the next, I’m back. Now I am seriously struggling to stay awake. I feel a little bit tipsy, if that makes sense? My balance is definitely a bit wonky, though I guess it's just me feeling it. I hopped on the bus, rode it back, and even swung by the CVS to grab the meds they prescribed. Just chilling and resting now. Phew...
So, I was wondering—do you actually need anesthesia for a gastroscopy, and honestly, how risky is it all?