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I’ve got a situation here and I was hoping you guys might have some insight
So, for a while now, I’ve been dealing with this constant pain in my cheekbones and a really nasty discomfort in my upper abdomen. It’s just non-stop bloating, nausea, and enough burping to power a small city—seriously, it feels like a thousand times a day—and it’s making it impossible to get anything done. On top of all that, my back and chest have started aching too. It’s become this daily ritual regardless of whether I’ve actually eaten anything or not. Looking back, maybe the first signs popped up about a year ago; back then, if I went out downtown and had even one or two beers, I’d hit a wall immediately. Not even because I was drunk, but just... my body would say "no more." I'm 23. Honestly, I'm terrified it could be cancer because I don't know the first thing about stomach issues. And before anyone starts lecturing me about not seeing a doctor—look, I will go, I swear—it's just that my primary care physician is so incredibly dismissive. She’s one of those types who just writes off everything as "stress" and calls it a day without actually helping. But still, the fear that it might be something catastrophic is eating at me.
So, for a while now, I’ve been dealing with this constant pain in my cheekbones and a really nasty discomfort in my upper abdomen. It’s just non-stop bloating, nausea, and enough burping to power a small city—seriously, it feels like a thousand times a day—and it’s making it impossible to get anything done. On top of all that, my back and chest have started aching too. It’s become this daily ritual regardless of whether I’ve actually eaten anything or not. Looking back, maybe the first signs popped up about a year ago; back then, if I went out downtown and had even one or two beers, I’d hit a wall immediately. Not even because I was drunk, but just... my body would say "no more." I'm 23. Honestly, I'm terrified it could be cancer because I don't know the first thing about stomach issues. And before anyone starts lecturing me about not seeing a doctor—look, I will go, I swear—it's just that my primary care physician is so incredibly dismissive. She’s one of those types who just writes off everything as "stress" and calls it a day without actually helping. But still, the fear that it might be something catastrophic is eating at me.