Heartburn from Hell… Interstitial Cystitis

The Disease that 30% of population may have and don’t even know it.

Discovering I had Interstitial Cystitis of the Bladder was truly an eye opener for me. It encouraged me to research, when I had the patience to read (this is a thing, especially when you are critical pain). The craziest part is there is NO TRUE DIAGNOSTIC TESTING for the disease, no known “cause” for said issues, but a multitude of symptoms. OHHHH THE HEARTBURN WAS FIERCE!

Mine was diagnosed by imaging when my gyno was all up in my junk. He took pictures, I mean, we are already there, have a handy camera, and from the outside he said it looked ANGRY, so he took some pictures from the inside. It looked like Freddy Kreuger’s face on a good day. Anyway, I’ll spare you the lunch you ate today or yesterday, and just say, it was REALLY RED and very swollen.

There is research that indicates something to the effect of our tissues losing elasticity as we age that may also cause such a condition. I can buy that as well. I highly recommend you take your Collagen! After all, Collagen is great for your joints and arthritic pain, and for the ladies we enjoy the benefits for hair and nails as well.

In real time Interstitial Cystitis, makes you feel like you have a urinary tract infection, like you have to pee ALL THE TIME, and nothing really comes out, because you constantly feel urgency. Then you dribble a little because you lose functionality when it takes over your bladder, so you got to protect yourself from weeing yourself. Most moms do anyway, those damn sneezes will send you packing your bag to the bathroom to change an entire set of clothes sometimes. Your bladder tissues get agitated, swell up, and tear the inner lining, so it’s very much like rubbing salt in your wound every single time you consume food or drink. If you are immunocompromised, have Mast Cell Activation or severe allergies, pray that you are not eating HIGH histamine foods or citric acid or night shades like bell peppers and tomatoes, there is no hell like a citric acid hitting your shredded raw bladder that I can compare it to.

Let’s get to the HEARTBURN that not even the OTC or prescription medication will touch. There are a few modern drugs on the market right now, neither did much to outweigh the need to stay on them and risk the side effects with all the other medications I was on. Insert my researching how to help myself. This pain is like no other, I couldn’t eat food! I literally would eat at like 3 p.m. in the afternoon and not be able to eat until 3 p.m. the following day because it felt like I had gastroparesis (where food doesn’t go down when it’s supposed to). The food felt like it was still sitting in my esophagus, along with ALL THE ACID. Certainly, it was going to eat a hole in my esophagus at some point.

Desperate, does not begin to describe where I was at this point. Then they hand you a list of foods you can’t eat which is basically everything in our dietary structure today in this world. Telling you to eat all organic food but nothing acidic and the list goes on and on. The one thing that got me the most is there are people who have to go into a Urinary Care Specialist and have Valium or various other pain killing medicines inserted into your bladder with loads of fluid to stretch your bladder to make it stretchy again.

I have Mast Cell Activation, I’m allergic to steroids and narcotics, and oh to boot, your insurance won’t cover a $6K procedure like that every three months. So Good Luck! I’m stubborn, I don’t listen, and I’m frugal…so I decided I could stretch my bladder on my own, after all my body naturally fills it with fluid every second of everyday, so anyone can stretch their own bladder. We can hold out the urgency and suck up the pain and go on a schedule every 2 to 3 hours, if you can hold it just a little bit longer, even better! So that’s the first thing that I did.

Yes, yes, I know, we heard this from our parents when they potty trained us, that it was not a great idea or “healthy” to hold it. I highly recommend if you do this method, you invest in those incontinence pad, panty liners, something to protect you from leaking. My determination of forcing myself onto a schedule has saved me thousands, and when I went to see the Urologist, he told me that I was in much better shape than most of his patients and to keep doing what I was doing.

The pain was a whole other level I still had to cope with. This was harder to tackle. I’m grateful however that my gyno at the time suggested to treat it like an allergic reaction to everything I consume. So that’s just what I did, insert ANTIHISTAMINES. Did you know there are 4 types of antihistamines? As long as you are taking at least and H1 and H2 antihistamine blocker daily, you are protected!

My go to H 1 antihistamine receptor blocker and H 2 antihistamine receptor blocker. Essentially, what saved me was Cetirizine, and Loratadine. With antihistamines I actually have to take 2 Cetirizine, and 3 Famotidine a day, 3 times a day. It will be how I live from now on. I also coupled it with a few more supplements suggested from the group of Mast Cell Patients had suggested work, and that were Aloe Vera Gel Capsules, and Horsetail Grass Capsules. Since 2019, I’ve purchased both of those products 8 times. I have been in a flare up at least 8 times since 2019, and it’s 2023 now. For the most part, I don’t have to take the Aloe or Horsetail unless I’m in a flare up, and when I do, I instantly start taking them three times a day, at the serving suggests on the bottle.

The Bonus to all of that, is the H1 and H2 antihistamines were literally helping my Mast Cell Activation as well, without my knowledge. I take the antihistamines even after a flare daily, that’s why the bottles that I linked here in the blog come with so many. After all, I consume so many antihistamines it seems like it’d be impossible for me to stay awake. On the contrary, I have no problem with that, since I discovered Green Coffee Extract, great polyphenols for my brain, with no jitters or crash. I can’t heart emoji that one enough.

There are two things that I have to avoid at all costs to make sure that I do not have an instant flare up. That is Carbonated Soda of any kind. I have to let the carbonation die down and drink a flat soda, it’s just easier to avoid it. The other is my first love, HOT BREWED COFFEE, Cold brew is safe. Hot brewed releases the oils in the bean, along with the histamine and mold in the bean, so instant histamine reaction. When I started the antihistamines, I was drinking a substantial amount of coffee, so I had to do something!

Anyone who suffers from severe heartburn that nothing seems to touch, male or female, I hope this may help you cure the insane pain that you suffer!

My Iced Coffee isn’t the same as yours…

One Cup at a Time. My love for Coffee.

I didn’t like coffee at all until I was in my mid 20s and I had a friend bring me a “crappuccino” (my favorite term for cappuccino from a gas station machine). I ran around feeling super zoned and focused until the crash, and then I experienced the craving again. I fell in love.

Actually, I had an affinity for coffee dating back to my childhood. The smell of fried bacon, eggs, and coffee radiating from the kitchen of my grandfather’s house in Kentucky. Vividly, I can remember those smells. I don’t know why but the SMELL of coffee would wake me up in the morning, it was the indicator that my parents were awake. Then, when I was old enough to figure out how to make the coffee, if I was up before them, I’d make it but never consumed it, that stuff was disgusting. Until that fateful “crappuccino” and then I was doomed, what was this life-changing deliciousness?

Little did I know that I had been slowly poisoning myself, and when I was in my most toxic flare of Mast Cell, it became very apparent that I couldn’t drink it anymore. I was ADDICTED… everything in my life revolved around whether or not I had my coffee. No one could speak to me until I had my first cup, and when I say first cup, I had a 42 oz tumbler, full of iced coffee. I would drink three of them a day! My iced coffee is not the same as yours, I promise you that. I had become a full-blown barista in my home. I had a coffee press, an espresso pot that you use on the stove, a Keurig, and eventually I learned how to COLD BREW straight up espresso. You name it, I could make it, and would if my heart desired it that day.

If the coffee in my cup couldn’t “grow hair on your chest”, it went back down the drain. I was at the point, that some of the BIGGEST chain coffee places were “okay” but still too weak for my blood. If my blood didn’t look like coffee, smell like coffee, something was really wrong. Until they actually pulled a vile of blood out one day that literally looked like left over coffee ground goo….I swore to them, “I swear I do not have a coffee IV at home, although I wish.” (They never did figure out exactly why I had alien blood that day, but it made me take a step back and look at my diet.) My addiction was actually adding to my demise.

Remember mold and yeast had infiltrated my body. Little did I know that in the U.S. they ALLOW a certain level of mold and such to infiltrate our food. It’s on the FDA website, there’s actually a scale they measure it by. For each cup of coffee I was drinking I was actually ingesting even more mold. I needed the caffeine to operate, without the benefits of the caffeine, my body just was blah, I had to eventually resort to the Green Coffee Bean Extract, because I couldn’t have the other stuff. Follow this link, if you need to have a little pick me up, with polyphenol benefits every morning without the crash! They sit out and the sun to mold before they are roasted, this is not conducive to someone now allergic to ALL THE MOLD.

I resorted to buying imported European Coffee from Amazon, to start weaning myself off of coffee, and then I went on the hunt for whatever beverage I could drink that I wasn’t allergic to or had a reaction to. Apparently in Europe, they don’t ALLOW contaminates or mold in their food, Go figure! Water even gives me heartburn. Literally learned how to Cold Brew the Coffee in my own fridge for 24 hours so that it didn’t heat up the coffee and pull the oils out of the bean. It’s the only way I can drink it from a drive thru place. The oils in the coffee bean are the most reactive and hold the most mold content, so if it’s brewed with hot water, I can’t have it. Talk about shell shock to my system. My kids would regularly warn people, including my caretaker, “Take away her coffee, and someone is going to die.” *I giggle at this because really it’s not true, but I’d get pretty darn defensive and grumpy. No one actually died, I promise.*

I guess what really got me was the cups I was using was also an issue I had discovered early on my coffee venture, to make sure I wasn’t poisoning myself indirectly. I figured out that the rubber grommets around the top of the cup, for no spill cups, they grow mold. And you BEST HAVE A SCRUB BRUSH FOR REUSABLE STRAWS, or just use disposable ones, because honey, those will grow mold too, even if you dishwasher them. Trust me.

Knocking this addiction wasn’t easy, and I ended up replacing it with something that is literally not even worthy of mentioning, it isn’t soda, but it’s an energy drink juice. I’m almost certain that it’s probably not the smartest idea at the moment, but it’s the only thing my body doesn’t have a reaction to, including my bladder. Not everyone is the same. I drink coffee occasionally now, in fact the last time I had decided to enjoy a cup of coffee in a drive thru I regretted it for two days, and I’m sure I probably will never do that again for months.

Yes, I’m allergic to bullshit.

If you have found yourself here, you are allergic to the bullshit as well. I’m a mom, an Entrepeneur, a child taxi driver, a Baker, a Manager of life. So far, all I’ve managed about this life is figuring out I have no tolerance for the stupidity and drama of the bullshit that life brings to the table. So, if you’re ready to join me on this journey…. let’s get you started

I’ve chosen some hard roads in life, I’ve survived trauma, I’ve survived abuse, I’ve survived divorce, I’ve survived being a stepmother, and so far, I’m still surviving the remarriage (and happily I might add). Life doesn’t work out the way we like it to, but we have to fight and reach out for the happiness that we want, and you may lose your mind a few million times until you get there, but honey; YOU WILL GET THERE!

So now that you know a little of my backstory, let me introduce you to why I’m here and how I got here. Welcome to my world of mysterious health symptoms and literally losing my mind, almost dying, and coming back from the brink to tell you all my story! I hope that in this blog you will find the ups and downs just as enjoyable as I have and give you hope and love and light along the way.

So grab your coffee or drink of your choice and join me!!! We have shenanigans to get involved in!