Throat fail
Oct. 25th, 2010 04:20 amThere is definitely something wrong with my throat.
Swallowing is malfunctioning. Sometimes I have to swallow two or three times for the process to complete. There's almost always food stuck there after a meal, too, and I can't dislodge it, even by drinking water. The food just stays stuck in my throat. Sometimes a piece of dinner is still there when I go to bed at night.
I'm also hoarse a lot, and clearing my throat constantly, like two or three times a minute. There's always mucus around my vocal cords, and it's pernicious. Coughing, throat clearing doesn't work – I just can't get rid of the stuff.
The heart is also extremely erratic sometimes, and my feet ballooned up with edema two days in a row last week, so from now on I'm going to sleep with my feet elevated.
My weight loss continues, too. I now weigh only 159-1/2 (I'm 6'0" tall). I haven't weighed in the 150s since I was in high school. I'm down 58 pounds now from my maximum adult weight in the late 1990s.
And so it begins. I don't really give a shit, though. Everybody's gotta die of something, sooner or later. Sooner suits me just fine at this point.
Swallowing is malfunctioning. Sometimes I have to swallow two or three times for the process to complete. There's almost always food stuck there after a meal, too, and I can't dislodge it, even by drinking water. The food just stays stuck in my throat. Sometimes a piece of dinner is still there when I go to bed at night.
I'm also hoarse a lot, and clearing my throat constantly, like two or three times a minute. There's always mucus around my vocal cords, and it's pernicious. Coughing, throat clearing doesn't work – I just can't get rid of the stuff.
The heart is also extremely erratic sometimes, and my feet ballooned up with edema two days in a row last week, so from now on I'm going to sleep with my feet elevated.
My weight loss continues, too. I now weigh only 159-1/2 (I'm 6'0" tall). I haven't weighed in the 150s since I was in high school. I'm down 58 pounds now from my maximum adult weight in the late 1990s.
And so it begins. I don't really give a shit, though. Everybody's gotta die of something, sooner or later. Sooner suits me just fine at this point.