To start with, Rolf (Berith’s husband, read his story here) and I used to sneak around and not let our friends and relatives see our IQoros, but when our exercising produced results, we began to tell others about it. I took mine with me one day to my job as a pre-school teacher, and Rolf took his to his lawyers’ practice. Today IQoro is a part of our lives together, and everybody knows that we exercise before mealtimes.
For me, the problem began when my chronic cough, sometimes dry and sometimes phlegmy, developed into a reflux problem. In the end, it was like living with a meat grinder in reverse gear in my diaphragm.
Just about every day my food decided to come up again and I just had to rush to the toilet and stand there with open mouth whilst it all ran out again. Terrible!
My family got used to this being a part of my everyday, and in front of the children in my pre-school where I work, I learned how to smuggle my regurgitated food away in a pile of kitchen tissue.
But one day at lunch it came to a dead stop. I was frightened, and overcome with feelings of panic and angst, and thought that I would never eat and drink normally again. I had reached rock bottom.
The doctor that I visited said that I was suffering from hiatal hernia, but there was nothing for it, but to start with antacid medicines.
However, I’d already read several articles about something called IQoro, a neuromuscular training device claimed to help with persistent cough, swallowing difficulties, heartburn and reflux. I had nothing to lose but my money, so I ordered one. Without a doubt, that was the turning point.
After a few weeks’ consistent exercise, three times per day before mealtimes, I could feel a real difference. The daily nightmare of standing over the toilet, faded from my life.
Today, I can’t even remember when that last happened.
Berith Sjöberg, Pre-school teacher, Stockholm