My anxiety is at an all time high!
I'll try to make this as brief as possible. I have posted part of this story in another section. This was before my anxiety consumed me. This is a story of fear and regret.
This past Feb. I was having chest pains. Now, I have them before. And, I have severe attacks where my heart raced and became lightheaded. I've addressed this w/ my dr., a few years ago. I Had the following tests: ekg, chest x-ray, echocardigraghm and holter monitor. Everything came back negative.
So, in Feb., I had the ekg and chest x-ray. Everything was fine. He asked if I suffer from heartburn. I said "yes". However, I didn't have any. I've had atypical symptoms, which is what prompted my "yes". I should have explained this to my dr. So, he gives me nexium. I take some. But, not all.
In march, I return. He asks if the nexium is helping. I say "I don't know". Truth is, I didn't have much chest pain anymore. Occasionally, I would. He orders an upper gi series. I, reluctantly, go through w/ test. Now the upper gi series requieres you to drink barium. Sadlly, I learned that it can have a constipating affect. So, my paranoid mind thinks that I'm constipated. I return to the dr., does an x-ray or two. Guess what? Not constipated.
As the weeks go by, I seem to be struggling passing some bowels. One particular instance, I strained pretty hard. I felt a strange sensation in the chest. Soon thereafter, I would have the worst heartburn I'd ever experience. This continued for a few weeks. I went back to the dr. This is probably my 5th visit in a few months. He orders another upper gi series. Most likely to shut me up. This takes place in June.
I still have heartburn. My stomach is often upset. And I constantly worry and regret about being exposed to all this unneccessary radiation. I often break out in tears. I am seriously considering seeing a therapist. I've a few recommendations. All I know, is that my days are filled w/ constant worry.
How I wish I could go back to February. How I'd do things differently. This is the worst year of my life.
Sadly, I'm not 16. I'm a 29 y/o male. Thanks for reading.
29 year old male
Last edited by weight39; 09-04-2004 at 04:34 PM.