So, while I have been reading up on everyone's posts, I haven't really updated in a bit. Life has been insanely busy...our first grand baby was born prematurely and had been in NICU with my daughter experiencing a difficulty pregnancy and was in hospital a few weeks before she delivered, my youngest daughter had her scopes and the GI shared that while her markers were high for Crohns, her scopes were not so bad (Praise God!)...has her regimen of meds, work has been stressful, and finishing my Masters has been an overwhelming, daunting task...
As if this all hasn't been an overload on my life in general, I feel like I am ack to square one with my Crohns. I am so sick, drained, in pain, etc...Still on all my meds, including Humira every two weeks. Went back to the GI today and was placed back on flagyl and Cipro. This is the second time on flagyl in 3 weeks. He also put me on pain meds and Entocort again. Bleeding again, not every time, but too often and the pain has been crippling. I go back for endoscope and colonoscopy on the 24th, sooner if they get a cancellation. I am back to that anxiety mode of feeling like I am trapped in a dying body; no energy, nauseous, and terrified.
I try to put on my happy face so that no one really knows what is going on, but not sure how much longer I can. I have good family support, but I feel like I am such a burden. Thanks for listening to me rant, just had to get it out.
As if this all hasn't been an overload on my life in general, I feel like I am ack to square one with my Crohns. I am so sick, drained, in pain, etc...Still on all my meds, including Humira every two weeks. Went back to the GI today and was placed back on flagyl and Cipro. This is the second time on flagyl in 3 weeks. He also put me on pain meds and Entocort again. Bleeding again, not every time, but too often and the pain has been crippling. I go back for endoscope and colonoscopy on the 24th, sooner if they get a cancellation. I am back to that anxiety mode of feeling like I am trapped in a dying body; no energy, nauseous, and terrified.
I try to put on my happy face so that no one really knows what is going on, but not sure how much longer I can. I have good family support, but I feel like I am such a burden. Thanks for listening to me rant, just had to get it out.
