#bellyrub

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But basically I have a very sensitive stomach caused by gastroparesis. (You can look or read what that is.) Which is just a fancy way of saying I can't digest what I eat sometimes. In saying that, I don't eat very much and yesterday I was feeling confident. I ate macaroni and cheese mix with ranch dressing, ground beef, and extra cheese. Before I continue I'd like to note I'm lactose intolerant a bit. (usually I can't handle things like ice cream or whole milk.) I also had a mini microwave pizza, with a few snack and soda in between bites. I was with my sister catching her up on Owl House, (Good show btw) but about 20 minutes in, my belly starts bloating, sloshing, and rumbling beyond belief. I was trying to give signs I didn't feel well, but thought I could wait a little longer if it got worse. And at some point it does. So now I'm having to cover my mouth and make hand gestures at my sister for her to see I'm not doing well. She gets me a bucket, meanwhile I'm rubbing around on my belly to try to settle it. This did not help. Instead I was just feeling nauseous off and on, rather than it just going away. Now at this point I realized what was specifically wrong with me, but couldn't do anything to help it. My body kept trying to belch and relieve itself of some pressure, due to my sister being around I was too embarrassed to burp. So I kept holding it in, which made the bloat worse. After about 30 minutes of that my belly was in immense pain, and I couldn't move. I thought eventually my sister would just leave me behind to be alone, but instead she laid me back and started rubbing my belly for me. Now usually bellyrubs always help my stomach, but this time it was like pulling teeth, any slight press sent pain all around my belly. She started massaging around my belly button and putting alot of pressure on it. Usually my voice is low and plain, with her doing this made me whimper. I've never been more embarrassed in my life. I didn't mean to, it just slipped. After about 5 minutes more of that, my belly finally couldn't take it anymore and forced me to release every bit of pressure I had trapped inside. Belch after belch I was probably redder than a tomato, trying to also apologize to my sis for the gross behavior. She said that she rather me get it all up, than me be in pain. After that I was able to relax a bit more, with my sister rubbing my belly until I fell asleep.

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