Personal Narrative: The FODMAP Diet

After days of feeling stomachache and unable to even sleep at night, I missed two morning classes today because I was exhausted from the pain. I went to see a doctor and it turned out the medication they prescribed me before, was too much for my stomach. I have to live with bread and biscuits for a while.

I missed days for doctors appointments and therapy. And there went my grades again. I tried so hard to stay caught up but struggled with learning the lessons on my own. By the end of my sophomore year I had missed twelve days and had to leave early for

Having this made doing things difficult, during this time I was on my school’s dance team and because of it I was not able to keep being on the dance team, so I had to quit. Even completing simple things such as sit-up and dancing on a chair was painful at times. I was also not able to participate in gym because it could have made the situations worse. After a couple of month they told me everything was fine. However, in late March early April the same thing started happening again.

The psychotherapy performs in Sefrous is not just limited to Moroccan culture, but also exist in other cultures. When I was little, I had a serious fever. Having a headache and sore throat for about two weeks and going to hospital to get shots almost every day really stressed me out. However, my mother always comforted me by giving me hugs and kisses on the forehead before I go to sleep. These actions made me feel apparently better the next morning.

Imagine that you have been trying something hard for so long and then finally just quit. I have always had ok grades here at Lowell Middle School. this year I started to go in the lower range of grades like D’s to C’s.But other years at lowell schools were not even close to years like this.And getting bad grades created a wildfire in eigth grade for me.This is a big problem because this could affect test and exam scores. I have never been excited about bad grades because most of my friends get good grades.This year I have become the kid that the teacher talks to after class because of them having a failing grade. My family does not get excited about me getting bad grades.My mom has been trying to find me a tutor but has not been very successful in finding her task.I say to my parents that i am trying my best to find and get help from teachers and fellow students but I think to myself that i have been lying becasue i have not been trying my hardest.

It was about 8 years ago when it happened, I couldn 't believe that this disease could deprive me of my mother like that. A little backstory to this very mysterious quote is that my mom, at the present time has had 3 cancers and is now having a relapse of colorectal cancer. So when I was 4 years old when I first found out that my mom had cancer and it was very devastating at the time, and I wanted to spend as much time with her as I could. I still do, of course, but after 8 years I learned to deal with knowing that my mom has cancer. It always hurt me inside to know that my mom was in pain or at the hospital and I had an insatiable need to help her but I couldn 't, All I could do is sit and stare because I 'm not a doctor or a miracle worker or any of the sort, and it still

Switching schools can be difficult. Especially when you don’t really know anyone except some of people that went to the same elementary school as you. The scariest school move so far was from elementary school to middle school. It was scary because at the time all my friendships were on the rocks and that killed me. My friends were all I had to look forward to.

Janet reports depression, feeling sad and withdrawn. She reports feeling sad post-divorce from her husband. She has gained weight rapidly at a rate of 3 to 4 pounds a month. She was at first able to improve her mood through activity, however that has recently changed. She changed her daily activities by dropping out of school.

Emily had been diagnosed with a yolk sac tumor at 18 months old. Eventually, a doctor managed to nearly take out all of the cancer but Emily still died during her last chemotherapy session. Emily was given a dose of an improperly IV bag that was made by the hospital’s pharmacy technician. Emily’s mother did not put the blame only on that one pharmacy technician but she believed it was multiple system flaws and the fact that the hospital was short-staffed that day. When working in the field I will always make sure be aware of the medication I will be preparing and be sure to go over it more than just one time.

About 3 years ago, nearly every month of that year I had a bone fracture, a surgery, or I was recovering from something. I ended up missing a lot of school and I would miss important tests and lessons, that I would have to make up on my own. My teachers were nice enough to help me with some lessons, but they couldn 't help me with all of them. I would figure out the work as I did it or I would ask my mom or dad to help me. Also around that time, my mom would buy me math practice books and make complete at least 5 pages a day, so I would not be behind in math.

Her treatment was very embarrassing and shameful for her because from that day on from meeting with her doctor, she had to have a daily injection of antibiotics in her buttocks for two weeks. She had to see her doctor for that shot during her lunch hour, before work or right after work so it was basically leaving her no time to herself. She had to get fourteen injections which had left a bruise. Even though it has been over a year she still needs to have blood tests every six months. She now has a new boyfriend but did not sleep with him for four months because she was frightened, stressed and depressed knowing she used to have syphilis.

Her foster family has worked very hard to get her weight back up, give her the needed medications, and taken her to weekly vet visits. Luckily after all the care and love she received, Hannah was finally eating on her own without the tube and putting on weight. After a couple of weeks, she developed painful sores and irritated skin which led to massive hair loss. After running tests, the cause was uncertain but most likely a reaction to the medication she needed to stay alive. She now requires a special diet of organic grain free food, weekly vet visits, and more medication.

I then got a epidural and he had to redo it three times because it wasn 't going in correctly. The doctor came back in to check my cervix and I was at seven CM! The epidural had started to kick in so I wasn 't feeling the contractions anymore, I was feeling well enough to shut my eyes for a bit, relax, and get a few minutes of sleep. I then woke up screaming because the epidural was wearing off and I started to feel every second of painful contraction. My doctor came back in and check my cervix and it was at 8 1/2 CM.

We learned the material in class and was assigned homework everyday. However, when the test came along, the results I obtained were devastating. Test after test, I kept getting C’s, D’s and even E’s. Every time I get a bad test score back, I would shrug it off. “The next test will be better,” I kept telling myself.

Before my diagnosis, I had never heard of it. Forget colitis, I hardly knew what an ulcer was. I was released from the hospital that day with a booklet and my new best friend for the next year. I had to take a steroid, Prednisone, to alleviate the swelling in my guts, and it was a disaster. It caused an increase in acne and facial hair, an increase in weight, and constant headaches.