I'm sorry to hear that. They say, "The universe laughs when you make plans." Sometimes the plans you made for yourself aren't what life has in store for you. Lately I have been having a tough time accepting that. But once one path is closed to you, you can start looking at your options and set goals for yourself. You can apply to that program again, right? And hopefully your doc can make some changes in your treatment and get you better. I know it's tough right now, but you'll find a way.Found out I didn't get accepted to do a masters course and got a letter from consultant saying test results show my crohns isn't under control and I need to have infliximab more often.Ive had a few cries about it but everytime I do I get stomach pains.Scared that I need surgery.Sick of being tired all the time and parents mistaking it for laziness.Makes me even more depressed that boyfriend starts 32 weeks of paras training soon.
thanks. i hope so too. between that and the skin tags i'm just in pain. and stupid tylenol just doesn't do anything for me.Oh my goodness. That's the worst I've heard of. Hopefully the Remicade will resolve that for you.
Thank you. I just needed a bit of a rant last night. I am luckier than most and am working part time now so hope I can pay it all back soon. Its just that the meds are so expensive that its a bit much and luckily I am only on one. Thanks for listening though. Feel much happier todayOh Goldfish, so sorry! I think one of my biggest issues after I got diagnosed was my lack of independence. I felt embarrassed that I was finally an adult and my parents were still taking care of me. I let myself get into a lot of debt because I was too proud to ask for help when I couldn't work anymore. Let your loved ones take care of you when you need it so that you will be healthy enough to return the favor. We all need a little help sometime. :heart:
Ohhhhh god, I know what you mean. I started having horrible joint pain after I stopped taking my painkillers (as per my GI's orders...) The following 2 weeks were the worst I've had since being diagnosed. I had been on narcotics for 7 months, which he knew, and stopped cold turkey. I ended up in the hospital with what the paramedics thought was a heart attack (turns out, I had severe inflammation of the tissue between my breast bone and ribs.) The joint pain was so bad, I spent most of my days in a hot bath tub. I even resorted to taking aleve, which made my intestines bleed like a bastard. But he didn't care, as long as I wasn't taking any narcotics. Apparently they are the medical equivelent of selling your soulI've been waking up in the morning so stiff I can barely get out of bed. It's really diificult to get up, sit down, or bathe. I called my Rheumatologist and the most helpful thing she had to say was "Let's see if the Remicade kicks in."
Nice, very helpful, thank you. In the meantime maybe she should provide 24/7 care until we "see" if the medicine works. If you can't even tie your @#$* shoes, how long should you wait???
Why do we do shit like that??? I have done that so many times!!I grabbed the effin' handle of the frying pan AFTER taking it out of the oven.....YUP.....burned my hand!!!
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when we first had our baby i did stuff like this. men seem to think that their life doesn't change a whole lot when the baby comes. you have to specifically tell them when you need help or you won't get it. don't think they should "know" what to do or that you need help. they don't. or they pretend not to.Mini vent:
Yesterday my husband picked up dinner for us during a baby scream fest. He gets home, i let him eat in peace, I finally calmed the baby down, and laid her next to me. I started eating and of course (it never fails) she started crying again. My husband sitting next to us, fully aware, picks up his lap top and starts surfing the internet. WTF, REAllY? Needless to say, I had to stop eating and take the baby in the other room to try and get her to sleep. Never did finish eating... jerk.
PS-I didn't yell at him yesterday because I was so pissed, but today i mentioned it and he had no idea i was mad or that he even did it?
My jaw just dropped when he said that to me. I was like, there's about a million things wrong with that statement! For one thing, his diet and digestion aren't that great either! He eats mostly frozen pizzas, and I'm wondering if he might have the beginnings of IBD as well (they say siblings are the most likely people to get it). He once told me he "pooped black stuff", and he does a lot of drugs (marijuana from what I can tell, but he acts wired a lot the time the way a coke addict would so I don't know if he's into harder drugs and just hiding it well?). I wonder if he's self-medicating some physical pain that he hasn't told me about. I don't think he's self-medicating emotional pain - he had a great childhood, in fact he was always the favorite and was spoiled by our parents (I was given more of a "You're the oldest so you have to be responsible and pay consequences for your actions" upbringing). So long story short, he's no role model in any regard, digestive or otherwise!cat - a digestive role model!!!!!!! i literally laughed out loud. that's too funny. it probably wasn't funny to you when he said it.... :rof:
:ylol2:then it could just be "gotta go! unless you want to join me in the bathroom again..?" lol
right after I wrote my last reply to this thread I had to bust a move getting to the bathroom in time. Just as I got in there and everything started to dump, a poor coworker walked in... and right back out again.
Hope your OK Kenya. I give my hubby a gentle kick when he snores to wake him up. Even then he is lovely to me and he always gives me a kiss too. He is always so lovely and I am such a grump if I'm tired. Hope the bloating is a bit better.Oh ladies heehee...Im so guilty too of the waking up of my guy. He sleeps so good it doesnt even matter he usually kisses me and then i feel especially heinous...lol
@Mountain...sorry to hear that and glad you can relate *huggs*