Tasting your food when you burp is never a fun experience. It’s even less fun when the food you’re tasting is something you haven’t eaten recently enough to justify the taste.
As long as I can remember, I’ve burped up the taste of eggs. As a kid, I remember being told that it signified a backup in my “plumbing.” My mother had me on Metamucil juice and wafers…so not a fun experience for a kid. Eventually the frequency of the burping episodes decreased. I only occasionally have the issue as an adult.
Recently, I discussed the issue of egg burps with my husband. He experiences them too, but his online research led him to associate them with ulcers. I disagreed with him, insisting that if I had ulcers, then I must have had them my whole life, but I’ve never had any other ulcer symptoms. Curious, though, about where he got his information, and about egg burps in general, I decided to do some research.
I looked up on ulcers on WebMD to make sure I was saying the right things about them. According to WebMD, “[a]n ulcer is a sore that develops on the skin or a mucous membrane (such as inside the mouth, stomach, or intestines). Ulcers can be shallow or deep and can destroy the skin or the membrane where they develop.”
Decubitus ulcers are also called bed sores or skin ulcers. You can get them from either laying in the same spot and position for an inordinate amount of time, or from being overweight and allowing flaps of flesh to overlap without being cared for.
Aphthous ulcers are also called canker sores. They can develop in the mouth for various reasons.
Duodenal ulcers occur in the small intestine. According to WebMD, for some reason persons with Type O blood are more likely to get them.
Peptic ulcers occur in the stomach. There are many factors that apparently contribute to them, including certain medications, dietary choices, and genetics.
Of these types, the peptic ulcers or the duodenal ulcers would apparently be the most likely ulcer-culprits to accompany the sulfuric or rotten egg burp, although I couldn’t find any information on that likelihood on WebMD. Google searches turned up various Q&A forums where people were discussing this likelihood.
WebMD had no information on a link between plumbing issues and egg burps, though some of the Q&A forums mentioned it.
WebMD did mention that persons with GERD can have belching and it can sometimes be fowl smelling. GERD can lead to peptic ulcers.
Okay, so maybe my husband is right about the egg burps and the ulcers, but I still don’t understand how I could have had the burping issue my whole life and have ulcers and not know about it. Sure, I fit the symptoms once I started reading about them. But too much time on WebMD (or as I like to call it: the Hypochondriac’s Guide) can lead you to believe you have anything.
And I’m not even sure he got the egg burp and ulcer link from WebMD. Although the only other places I found them were Q&A forums where any random non-medical person can say whatever they want. Some of them might legitimately be telling the truth about their own medical history and therefore be somewhat experts on the subject, but I know better than to rely heavily on the ad(ded)vice(es) of random internet strangers.
I supposed the only way that I would know for sure if I’ve been a long time sufferer of ulcers is if I had an actual doctor do the diagnosis. And since I currently lack and kind of real insurance, there’s really not a chance a doc would see me to discuss the issues. So why worry about? So what if I occasionally burp up a sulfiric taste? Does it really matter that much if my BMs go back and forth from happening infrequently to happening too much and having the wrong consistency?
I have so many random symptoms and no real diagnoses, but if I go into a doctor’s office and say “I have these symptoms which means I have these diseases” I’m pretty sure that puts me in the hypochondriac category.
Chances are, I’m perfectly fine. If I were to get seriously ill, I’m sure I’ll find out what caused it, or the coroner will…
Katatonia–I had sulfur in my heart, but not enough strength to give it a spark. I didn’t know when to start, when we were bright or when we were dark. I had a wind in my chest, blew as hard as it ever could. I could have written books for you, if I only knew.