Some things in life you never see coming. One second everything is fine and then it’s not. Exactly 4 years, after I had an emergency endoscopy to remove an obstruction in my esophagus, I was diagnosed with Eosinopillic Esophagitis, an autoimmune disease usually related to food allergies that causes narrowing of the esophagus. I went on an elimination diet for treatment. I had minimal symptoms and zero emergencies for 4 years.
On July 19, 2018, I woke up and began my day like I always do. Turn off alarm. Put on contacts. Make coffee. Take allergy medicine. I had not had any problems swallowing my medicine in a long time so I thought nothing of it when I put the pill in my mouth with a large sip of water. When the pill lodged itself at the top of my throat, everything stopped. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t get the water out. All of the water went into my lungs. I gasped for air. My son looked at me. “My phone.” I stumbled outside with my phone trying to find anyone that could help. But it was 6 am. No one was outside. 911566 I entered. Shit. 911. Still gasping the water in and halfway out I called for help. When the paramedics came, I coughed up the rest of the water, but the medicine lodged itself farther down in my esophagus. Riding in the ambulance with my two kids, I couldn’t help thinking, “What the fuck is happening?” “Am I awake?” “Is this real?”
The hospital stay was dull. The IV medicines cleared the obstruction and that was that. Almost.
My lungs and esophagus suffered. Breathing was exhausting. I developed a fever and was put on antibiotics to avoid full blown aspiration pneumonia. I was shell shocked. Something was different. I wasn’t ready to start running again. Everything I had been working towards left my mind and seemed so small in importance. It didn’t even matter.
But that never lasts long. I’m a fighter. I fell hard this time, and it took longer to get back up. But I’m up, and I’m Still Gonna Fuckin’ Run.
To turn this whole fucked up experience into a positive thing, my husband and I have concluded that what better time than now to launch our long talked about brand, ISGFR. It’s been a running joke in our family, that no matter how bad the weather, no matter how hard the fall, no matter how much shit I have to do, and no matter how much life throws my way, ISGFR. I’m Still Gonna Fuckin’ Run.
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