Naturopathic Treatment of FGID

I’ve mentioned in previous posts that I’ve had a fair amount of success using mint to lessen the impact of my FGID attacks.  I was reading an article yesterday from the Children’s Hospital of Chicago that talked about enteric-coated peppermint oil capsules and the benefits they have for FGID sufferers. (You can read the article here.)  Apparently peppermint contains a natural form of salicylic acid, the primary ingredient in aspirin, and it “slows” your gut down and stops the spasms. (more…)

Categories: FGID Treatment.

Controlling FGID Attacks

I have FGID every day.  My stomach is never quite right.  Still, some days are worse than others, and after twenty years, I’ve got the symptoms that indicate a bad day down pat.  Put another way, there are things that happen that send an OH-MY-this-is-gonna-be-BAD message straight to my brain.  Here’s the short list for figuring it out (at least in my case). (more…)

Categories: FGID Life and FGID Treatment.

Best Friends — FGID & Kidney Stones

I AM NOT A DOCTOR.  But I can say this — the number of kidney stones I’ve passed in my life directly correlates with times when my FGID is at its worst.  Given that FGID is triggered by stress, it’s fully possible that the act of pushing  a sharp, pokey rock through a tube with a diameter of dental floss just might trigger my stress response.  Just maybe.  Still, I had a period of about ten years where my FGID was minimal — I had it under control. (more…)

Categories: FGID Life.

Mint Ice Cream & Sulphur Burps

For those of us with the mouth farts, there are some foods that help “tame the beast,” if you will.  I’ve found that an ice cream milkshake can help mask some of the intensity, especially if it’s got a strong flavor like mint or chocolate.  Hard candies sometimes work as well.  The key is to avoid solid foods, and find liquid foods that won’t make the problem worse (yeah, I’m looking at you, chicken broth.) (more…)

Categories: Sulphur Burps.

Twenty Years with FGID

It’s 2006.  I get to work at 8:30, sick-as-a-dog-but-I’ve-already-missed-three-days-this-month.  There’s an electrician working on cables in the ceiling panel behind my cubicle.  I see his ladder as I set up my laptop and check my email.  Whoops, not gonna make it.  I grab the trash can and start my stomach-cramps-down-to-my-toes-throwing-up.  My coworkers all jump up from a meeting space twenty feet away and come rushing by cube.  “He’s being electrocuted up there.  Somebody get help!” (more…)

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