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Excessive abdominal Gas, So Gassy so Farty
Have you ever been so Gassy that your stomach starts making noise like a deflating balloon and before you know it you can’t hold it anymore and you just have to pass Gas (Fart)? I’m sure this is a Very relatable experience that most of us have had, but do we know how it comes about?
An average person on a healthy diet is required to Fart 10-20 times in a day cause every human being has Gas in their stomach and this gas contribute to three things.
1. Bloating is the buildup of gas in the stomach and intestines
There are two major causes of Body gas
It will surprise you that most of the meals we eat in a day our body does not have the enzymes to digest them that’s why whenever we eat them, we experience bloating and flatulence. One category is called FODMAPs (fermentable oligo-, di-, mono-saccharides and polyols). Here are foods that can cause bloating, along with suggestions on what to eat instead.
Most of this food items we eat them almost every day and it doesn’t sound realistic for us to just stop eating them, if you are that person there are medications that can be used for relief.
Some options that may help include:
Please speak to a doctor if the symptoms get worse or do not go away after a few days.
Rarely, bloating could be a sign of something more serious. Do see a doctor for bloating associated with: Intense Abdominal pain, Fever, Vomiting >24hrs, Bloody stool, Surgery or Liver or Kidney Failure.
Thank you for Reading
Dr Kbaba

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