Posts by Kimberly Scott12

The reflux feels somewhat familiar, though I don’t have that sensation of a lump in my throat or any actual trouble swallowing; still, those sharp stabs in my throat and stomach definitely ring a bell.
At least there's some comfort in knowing that when I was dealing with severe anemia, I went through this exact same thing, and it took nearly a year to finally clear up.

I’ve been on iron supplements for about 10 to 15 days now, so I'm questioning whether getting blood work done right now is even worth it. My levels will likely come back artificially high because of the supplements, but if I stop taking them for ten days, how long would it actually take to see my true baseline? I'm just worried that if I pause the treatment, the nausea might intensify.

And honestly, it is just incredibly unpleasant.

If only Dr. House were on call here.🙂

The issue is that this isn't just standard nausea; I’m getting these strange tingling sensations in my throat and a feeling like I might just pass out. I’ve never actually fainted in my life, but I suppose this is what it feels like right before you go down.

Has anyone ever dealt with this bizarre wave of nausea? It’s like this dull ache right in my stomach, paired with these weird little prickles traveling through my throat and esophagus. There’s even this sensation where I feel like my teeth are about to start chattering—and sometimes they actually do—along with this dizzying feeling that never quite turns into actual vertigo. It’s incredibly difficult to put into words, just deeply, profoundly uncomfortable. Honestly, it feels most similar to that sickly sensation you get when you overdo it on cigarettes and wash it all down with way too much strong black coffee.
I remember experiencing this once before a checkup, and it turned out I was severely anemic; my iron levels were sitting at a measly 2. For months afterward—actually, for a full year—that exact same feeling kept coming back.
My hunch is that it flares up whenever my iron drops, though I can't say for certain. My hematologist insisted there shouldn't be any connection, and he even went so far as to claim that diet has almost zero impact on blood iron levels—suggesting that if your levels are at a 5, you don't even need supplements. That pretty much contradicts everything every other doctor I've seen has told me, so I don't exactly take his word as gospel.
Has anyone else gone through something similar with this kind of nausea?

silvermason16 said:I used to have freezing feet pretty much year-round, except during the summer months 😍. But ever since I moved from the coast to the Midwest—you know, moving inland—my feet almost never get cold anymore. Everywhere here
is so well-heated; there’s central heating everywhere, usually set at a perfect 72 or 74 degrees, which is my sweet spot 🙂
. If I happen to be in a room where the temperature dips below 72, it's a lost cause—my feet go
absolutely ICE COLD 👎
.
When I'm out skiing: after about two hours on the slopes, my feet just freeze solid. I head into an indoor,
heated lodge, peel off my ski boots to warm them up, grab a bite to eat, have a little
something hot to drink, and then head back out onto the trails
.

That's probably the only way to handle it.

I haven't actually tried them out yet,
though my feet aren't usually that cold—they aren't exactly warm either, just fine—but once I bundle up in those heavy snow boots to head out into the snow, it becomes an absolute disaster.
I did end up buying boots two sizes larger this year, so maybe that was part of the solution.

I’ve got a bit of a situation with my feet getting freezing cold. It isn't really a major issue in my day-to-day life, but whenever I head out for a day of skiing, things go south fast. For the first hour or two, I'm fine, but after that, my feet get so cold they actually start to numb up—specifically my toes. My current strategy involves layering on a ton of socks, either multiple thin ones or maybe one or two pairs of heavy wool ones. When I step indoors, I take my ski boots off and try to warm them up by blowing on them or rubbing them, but once I get back out onto the snow after thirty minutes, the discomfort becomes unbearable. Honestly, just the thought of a skiing trip gives me a bit of anxiety because I'm constantly dreading those frozen toes. Does anyone have any actual advice?
Some people suggested wrapping my feet in newspaper and plastic wrap before putting my boots on, or perhaps taking some circulation supplements.
I was also considering buying those gel packs you see at pharmacies—the ones in clear bags with blue jelly inside that you keep in the freezer for injuries. I thought about keeping one on the radiator overnight to warm it up before sliding it into my boots, but someone told me those lose their heat way too quickly to be useful for this.
Are there specific heating pads, warm inserts, or anything similar designed for this?
Any ideas would be greatly appreciated.

I figured it was time I weighed in on this thread too.
First off, I’m not entirely sure why everyone is claiming she’s lying about it.
Personally, I never went quite that far—not even close—but I was always hovering right on the edge. Even at ten years old, I was obsessed with my weight because I was a bit of a chubby kid until I hit twelve, and then things finally leveled out.
I’ve always been part of that group of kids who were somewhat "successful" at dieting; whenever I lacked the willpower to stick to a diet until the end, I would intentionally purge. I remember the first time I did that when I was fourteen, and honestly, I still remember feeling this weird sense of relief and happiness that I actually pulled it off. A few of my friends used to do the exact same thing—it was usually a small group of two or three of us who were constantly on some sort of regimen. None of us ever progressed to full-blown Bulimia later on, though we all danced very close to the line.
Nowadays, I look perfectly normal (about 5'4" and 136 lbs during my period, dropping to around 123 lbs, fluctuating by maybe 13 lbs over the course of a year), even though my brain keeps telling me I’m fat. I know logically that I look fine, even if there's a nagging part of me that wants to be 10 or 15 pounds lighter. I’m perpetually on a diet; I can’t even start my day without stepping on the scale. I frequently fall into the trap of thinking all my problems stem from my weight—that if I just lost a few more pounds, people would love me more, I’d land a better job, or I’d be more successful in general. Now that I’m 30, my rational mind knows that isn't true, but when I’m feeling down or lonely, I revert to thinking the weight is the culprit. Then I’ll overeat and decide I need to go throw up so I don't gain weight, but once I get to the bathroom, I talk myself out of it. I tell myself, "Don't do this, it's stupid. You know what Bulimia is. It's ridiculous to be dealing with this at 30 when you have a normal family and a decent life." I usually give up, but the issue is how easily the thought enters my mind in the first place.
I manage to handle it, but it feels like it's always lingering in the background.
That’s why I empathize with people suffering from Bulimia. I really don't know how to help them; they have to find their own way through it, whether they do it alone or with professional support.
I tend to lean toward things like bioenergy or homeopathy, and I think those practices help me keep that impulse at bay.
Ultimately, the core issue is mental—it's a lack of self-confidence. At least in my case, when my confidence dips, the thoughts return. When I’m feeling secure in myself, I don't even think about it. I also find that as I get older, my self-esteem improves, and since I'm generally satisfied with most areas of my life, the urge to obsess less frequently.

If you’re looking to boost your iron levels, your best bets are things like clams, young navy beans, and fresh parsley, followed by liver, red meat, spinach, and beets—the usual suspects, really.
It seems like every other woman deals with anemia, and honestly, I just brushed it off as nothing to worry about. That was a mistake. It didn't sink in until my levels dropped so low that my body started throwing a tantrum. I couldn't catch my breath properly, my stomach was acting up, and I had this weird discomfort in my chest, my kidneys... I felt nauseous constantly, was perpetually exhausted, and getting out of bed in the morning felt like running a marathon. Once I started falling down internet rabbit holes reading about all the complications anemia can cause, I absolutely lost it. And mind you, I'm a bit of a hypochondriac as it is.