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The Nights

And that's how on a random Wednesday I ended up having Indian food in a tony restaurant off Fleet Street, like I was in an episode of glossy young professionals TV show, after meeting my friends first at a members cocktail club where I ordered a pot of green tea without anyone batting an eyelid. And we three re-affirmed that while we do so pay heavily in one way or another for the privilege of living in London, it does really have it's moments.
Yes, I always wanted to live a city lifestyle. Now I have a personal trainer who makes me feel great, a really good and challenging contract, still The Closet I Live In near the city center, commutes that do not kill me (the current one, Kennington to Victoria, is too easy for words) and people to see, still in a spectacular center of the world I can manage these days. The job is in financials, so we actually leave the office at normal times, like 6, which is fucking amazing after a decade in agencies and telecoms. I have a life. I need to do volunteering, not just write checks for my friends doing rides and runs, but I have a life.


10000 experiences to be had, and I will have them all.

Of course, there's also issues. I made the mistake fo eating a bar of sugar free chocolate when I travelled to NL, which means I overdosed on Maltitol. Maltitol is a sugar alcohol that ferments in the gut at high volumes, so I spent part of my Dad's birthday dinner in cramps, and the next day, and the next. I tried activated charcoal as the Internet recommended, that just toned it down. For a week now my gut has been acting up, wrenching itself in horrible feelings that do not go away like normal cramps do after 20 seconds. They kept waking me at 5 AM every night, after which I asked Dr Google to diagnose me which meant that, according tof orums, I had stomach cancer, an ulcer, IBS, and would feel like this for decades without ever having relief. I resigned mysef, as one writer did, to waking up every night in pain at 5, just being a little active, and then trying to sleep between 6 and 7:30 again. As for the activity, the first night I cleaned the kitchen, the second night my bathroomette, and I had plans my thirs night I'd do the shelves in my fridge. Seriously, I was cleaning my bathroom at 5AM with gut cramps, waiting for them to stop so I could sleep again.
Then my trainer suggested Buscopin, and I am sleeping through the night again, though it has not fully settled down during the day. But it is funny how my brain will blow up anything that is wrong with me into a life-long affliction of pain, instead of me reaching for drugs and making it go away like normal people. I guess 25 years of thinking ever minor cold was a seroconversion will do that.

Also, I now have LHB tendonitis in the other shoulder. Yeah, I never mentioned, I had that 18 months ago on the left, and just ignored it, kept liftin, and slowly it rheabbed. Now it started acutely in the right shoulder, but this time I have a trainer who immediately sent me to his massage therapist. He diagnosed it, and then loosened it, and then applied a fuck ton of pressure, all while we were talking about deaths in his family. (No, this is totally normal if you know me.) It was after the massage and the admonishment that I was on a week of forced upper-body rest that instead of the gym I asked CityMapper how to get to the coktail bar where I knew my friends were. City Mapper rules my life these days, nothing gets me through London faster.

This is what you get in metropoles: busy, expensive, often exhausting, but damn so many options. Including just sitting home and blogging if you want.

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Did you by any chance consider consulting a medical professional -- i.e., a real live doctor -- in person about the gut issue?
Since it was not debilitating or scarily indicative in any way, there would have been 0 point in me trying to get the NHS to look at it with any other expectation that "Come back if it is still happening 6 weeks from now."
I started taking Actimel again, it has now all settled.
Glad you were able to get relief from Buscopan.

For several years I had periodic bouts of deep chest pain just below the breastbone and assumed they were associated with my longstanding panic disorder dx.

Until 2013 the episodes were short in duration. Then they started lasting for days and were quite intense. Thinking something was very wrong, I saw my primary doc. He treated me for GERD. I was pretty sure it wasn't GERD (and told him so) since I didn't have classic symptoms. After two weeks on GERD meds, there was no relief.

He finally ordered an endoscopic review of my esophagus. They found the area around my lower esophageal sphincter was quite inflamed and had lines suggesting torsion. The image reminded me of medium rare steak while the upper portion looked pink and healthy.

They diagnosed esophageal spasm and put me on hyoscyamine sulfate, a smooth muscle relaxant. The relief was both remarkable and quick.
I can't imagine _living_ in a city like London (or Boston, for that matter). But they sure are nice to visit!