Is your life a gas?
“From the one moment to the next the pain comes on. Most of the time I feel it right here above my navel. I double over and find it hard to breathe. What helps most is to lie down whilst I twist my body into the position which stops the pain. You should see me sometimes! I can look like a koeksister with my shoulders forward and my buttocks twisted in the other direction.Mostly I squeeze a pillow into my stomach and I try to go to sleep. Usually when I wake up, the pain is gone. It seems to be happening more frequently, and that I don’t like! I travel to all destinations in the country to do public speaking for my company and I don’t like the possibility this pain could come on at any time when I am not at home.
She was saying in a controlled, precise manner. Only the expression in her eyes betrayed her outward secure manner. She was feeling very anxious and she did not want to show it.
“Fruit seems to bring on attacks more than any other food. Just what could be going on? I’ve never had a problem like this. It has been a few years now since my hysterectomy. Do you think that this could be an after-effect of the operation?” she asked hopefully. She needed to have an explanation, more than a treatment.
She was carefully dressed in matching jacket and tailored pants. Her hands, which were beautifully manicured, had long, delicate and sensitive fingers. Her face was framed by satiny hair, brushed to the side, cut in a boyish style. She spoke in a strong tone of voice, which felt comfortable on the ear. Her hazel green eyes shone with sincerity and passion. She folded her long legs across at the knees, showing a thin ankle and narrow feet in feminine strap sandals. She was poised and looked confident. Just the eyes had a hint of sadness, or anxiety every so often.
“I drink lots of water and I take all my supplements every day.
This terrible pain must go away! I don’t like it!” she pouted in a little-girl way.