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Homeopath tests came back positive for 30/40 different food allergies. From late 2007-late 2010, I tried to find out why I was in so much debilitating pain and dropping weight so quickly. One doctor told me “congratulations on your weight loss”. I lost it…took my life in my own hands and kept that appointment. Since then all the pains – guts, joints plus fatigue etc.

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We spent $30K out- of -pocket on tests, physical therapy, alternative doctors–anything to to help me get well. I lost major muscle mass and tone, my ability to comprehend, articulate and recall information. They gave him some breathing stuff to calm his lungs down and then the nurse brought in this wonky looking pain medicine.I was offered more drugs than you can imagine: pain meds, anti-depressants, anti-anxiety meds, sleep meds, antacids, thyroid meds I did not need —and even sent to a psychiatrist– to get me to shut up and leave the office.Drugs made my already ripped up gut worse and so I did not take them. He had blood drawn and called me and told me everything was fine…wrong. My body was rejecting all food, I was losing a lb a day, I couldn’t walk or hold a coherent conversation…and I was fine??? My father found me one day on the couch close to unresponsive, he thought I was dying, he picked me up and rushed me to the ER. there told me, “I don’t know what you are doing here, or what you think I can do for you.”. GI took pity on me, recognized I was an autoimmune mess, as he put it. All the while they were feeding me hospital food with gluten so I got to the point where I could not get out of bed, drink or eat for several days (was on a drip). Dude is always right and me…not so much.) After speaking with me for only a few minutes and viewing my food diary, the doc asked me if I had ever heard of celiac. You know what the average time is for a celiac diagnosis? If you’ve got a Doctor Horror Story to share, write yours in the comments section below. After my doctor couldn’t figure out why I was having so many issues with my digestive system (stabbing pain, nausea 24/7, cramping and a belly so bloated I looked pregnant) she sent me to a GI specialist. She asked me to describe the pain and what I did to manage it (slept, heating pads, ate LOTS of crystallized ginger for the nausea). It took me another three years to find a doctor who would take me seriously. I had had stomach issues my whole life but they were either diagnosed as lactose intolerant or stress due to issues with my mother. The doctor told me, maybe I was diabetic, maybe I was just depressed. Test after test for lupus she said it was inconclusive but had nothing to do with my stomach issues…wtf?? He told me to try to get in with a G…thanks for the help bud! Was kept in for a week whilst the gynecologist and gastro doctors both pointed at each other (that was weird). So, they signed up all their single friends, and friends of friends, and 10 years later, thousands of dating members join daily looking to have fun and meet other singles close to them with similar interests.

Urbansocial was created by two singles looking for an online dating service where they could meet the sort of people they wanted to, like those you spot in the gym, at your local bar or on the way to work.

) The GI doctor I saw for years did an endoscopy yes, but failed to biopsy me while down there, yet t I did not know this until a year later when I finally saw the report. never trust the word of a “nurse practitioner”–ask for the report and read it yourself! Now when I get glutened, I go into IMMEDIATE depression mode. I know I’m getting better when my mind clears and I am happy again.

Right before my diagnosis, I was having major bladder pain.

I did get a diagnosis after biopsies were done and got cut loose.

The instructions I got were “Don’t eat wheat, barley or rye; there’s the door.” Years of being miserable, too sick to hardly do anything but drag myself to work and lay on the couch.

I was propped on the toilet when I was passing everything and washed down with cold clothes to keep me conscious. I had horrid joint, bone and muscle pain, pelvic floor pain, and kidney and liver pain. I confronted him on the fact that this seemed to be about questioning the gluten, and he denied it, but you could tell by his “speech” that it was all about him feeling the need to get us sorted out.