Well, I had another trip to the emergency room last night. Why you ask? Well, sometimes I have a problem swallowing food, and it gets stuck in my throat. No, it’s not because I take bites that are too big or I don’t chew my food enough (but still, always be sure to chew your food, kids!), it’s because I have a narrowing of my esophagus. It’s a genetic condition that I apparently got from my grandmother. At the base of my esophagus, right before my stomach, I have a web of scar tissue which constricts the passage of food. I had a procedure done about a year ago that “stretched” my esophagus, but apparently the problem has come back, otherwise I wouldn’t have had to go to the hospital.
So I’m eating dinner with my family last night, and I have another “episode.” I wait, hoping it will pass on it’s own as it sometimes does, but this time it doesn’t, so my dad takes me to the emergency room. They give me a muscle relaxant through an IV, and thankfully, it relaxed my esophagus enough for it to pass. Otherwise I would’ve had to wait until the morning until they could get a doctor and technicians in to perform an endoscopy to remove it. I don’t think there’s any way to explain to someone how miserable it is to have something stuck in your throat like this. I constantly have the subconscious urge to both swallow and gag at the same time, and I can do neither. Normally I’d be embarrassed to have this happen, but it’s so uncomfortable I just don’t care. One of the first things I did this morning was schedule an appointment with the gastroenterologist (who performed the procedure I had) and we’ll see what he wants to do. This sure sucks for a guy who likes to eat food.
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