I’m 24 and dealing with high blood pressure. I’ve seen five doctors, had countless tests, and they all say the same thing: “Take these pills and try to reduce pressure in your life.” It’s as though my blood pressure and heart rate have minds of their own, fluctuating freely without any reason.
For the past six months, I’ve felt like I’m on borrowed time. Every morning, I gulp down my pills, hoping I won’t have a stroke or end up disabled. Once, I dared to think I was better and skipped my meds for two days. Unfortunately, on day three, my blood pressure shot up over 150, bringing me crashing back to reality.
I’m not an nihilist, I’m the opposite of that. But facing my own mortality every second of life has hit me hard. Maybe I’m just like a “24 years old kid” tasting life’s bitterness for the first time. I hate to compare myself with others, but seeing friends partying, doing drugs, and sipping coffee just makes me hate this fate of mine even more.
I’m an artist, I studied music and wrote lots of songs (only keep them for myself, not trying to be a celebrity or anything like that…), and music has always been my escape. Lately, though, my songs have been pretty dark.
I’m sharing my story not for sympathy, but to connect with anyone else who’s going through a same journey in their life. If you’ve been there and made it out, please tell me how you did it. Any advice, hobby, or habit would help! And if you’re still stuck in the trenches like me, just know you’re not alone.
P/S: This post has been improved by ChatGPT since I’m not confident in my English.
Tuesday. Ended up in the ER with a massive pain in my side, felt like I had ruptured something.
Turns out it was “Epiploic Appendagitis”, which is kind of like appendicitis but on the other side. I call it “Table of Contentsitis”.
Not dangerous, just hurts like fuck so they loaded me up with hydromorphone.
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4644543
“hydromorphone is five to ten times more potent than morphine”.
Thank you for sharing your story! I’m sorry to hear about your experience, hope you recover soon and never have to endure anything like that again.
Ever had food poisoning on top of IBS? I wasn’t wanting to swap war stories, apologies if it seemed minimizing.
War zone in your gut? Yeah, feels like that…
Countless hours a day with the anterior in the trash can and posterior on the toilet.