- Location
- Melbourne, Australia
Hi everyone,
New here and just found this place after doing some googling on Crohn's which I was diagnosed conclusively with just yesterday. It's someone a relief to know that this forum is here. I've had a browse and it seems like a good resource for information. I must admit, though, some of the things I have read have scared me a little. It seems like this disease can be more severe than what I first thought.
I felt like posting in here because I feel like I should introduce myself as I get the feeling I'll be coming in here a lot now that I've been diagnosed and now that I know this great resource is available. Also because I've had a bit of an emotional day and I feel like I just need to write something and hope it can serve somewhat as a type of catharsis.
So basically my life was super happy and perfect in 2011. I had just finished my uni degree, spent some time travelling the world, then came home and landed my perfect job. 2012 came and I met my girlfriend and everything seemed great. At the time I had noticed that I was using the toilet a lot more frequently usual but I just dismissed it as perhaps being the result of a hedonistic lifestyle, maybe increasing stress and some bad diet choices. Things got worse and worse and I noticed I was passing blood intermittently.
It reached a point where I was afraid to leave the house without taking loparamide (Imodium) tablets. Things got bad at work because I was constantly late. I would wake up and try to flush out my system early in the morning then dose up on loparamide so that I had the confidence to make the 45 minute journey to work without needing a toilet. I was constantly late to work and felt the topic was too embarrassing to tell people at work about, so ultimately everyone just thought I was always late because I was lazy. As it got worse I would only leave the house for work or when I absolutely had to. I became really antisocial and never wanted to leave the house out of fear for not being near a toilet.
I went to a doctor and he said that because I had travelled to so many developing countries I had probably caught some parasitic illness, or some exotic bacteria which was causing my excessive diarrhoea/bloating/malabsorption. He gave me all these antibiotics to nuke anything that was living in my digestive system but it didn't make the smallest bit of difference, and then I spent some time trying different IBS probiotics also with no improvement.
The illness took it's toll on my relationship. I'm 30 and she's 28. She tries her best to understand my condition but I don't think she really understands the fear I have in leaving the house and why I've become somewhat agoraphobic. She still likes going out on the weekends and the outdoors etc, so this illness of mine has really pushed us apart. I am wondering if maybe it's better for her if I just let her go so she doesn't need to have me holding her back regarding what she wants to do. I tell her to go out without me with her friends and she does, but she's always disappointed when I refuse her and whilst she's done her best to support me, I notice that lately I just really like being alone.
A few months ago because of my excessive bowel movements, I got a hernia too, so now I'm on the waiting list for surgery for that. To make matters worse I was made redundant from my job a couple of weeks ago (not because of illness - just due to company closing down) and I am not financially well off enough to endure being unemployed for more than 8 - 10 weeks. I need to find a new job but I am worried about what conditions will be like at a new unfamiliar workplace. How can you possibly ask a prospective employer whether or not your new job will include easy access to a toilet at all times? Furthermore I am worried that if I disclose my condition that I will be discriminated against with regards to them selecting someone.
Yesterday the gastroenterologist told me I had Crohn's disease. He said my intestine was riddled with ulcers and that I had a fistula too. All these terms were completely foreign to me until then and I am still trying to digest (pun intended) all this information. He has prescribed me Pentasa, Prednisolone, Imuran and has said that after 3 months I'll go on the humira too, which scares me because I hate needles. (I've always been a terrible patient at hospitals/doctors). I have no idea what all these things are and what affects they'll have. I just want my quality of life back. I had my 30th birthday last week. Everyone asked me what I was doing for it. Bar? Club? Party? Getaway? Nope, just flushing my system out in preparation for a colonoscopy.
Today I cried for about an hour. The last time I cried was about 10 years ago. I'm not really an emotional person but I guess this was the straw that broke the camels back at a time when I already felt so much stress. I'm trying to be rational and look at the bright side. I'm having a bad day today but I keep telling myself the following things:
- It's 2013. I should be grateful that I am not living in 1913 when things would have been much worse for people that are ill.
- Modern medicine is a wonder and whatever treatments there are today are only going to get better tomorrow.
- Now that I'm diagnosed, I am going to be so much more enabled in how I manage things.
Sorry for the long post, but it's good to get certain things out when you've been holding them in for so long.
- Dave
New here and just found this place after doing some googling on Crohn's which I was diagnosed conclusively with just yesterday. It's someone a relief to know that this forum is here. I've had a browse and it seems like a good resource for information. I must admit, though, some of the things I have read have scared me a little. It seems like this disease can be more severe than what I first thought.
I felt like posting in here because I feel like I should introduce myself as I get the feeling I'll be coming in here a lot now that I've been diagnosed and now that I know this great resource is available. Also because I've had a bit of an emotional day and I feel like I just need to write something and hope it can serve somewhat as a type of catharsis.
So basically my life was super happy and perfect in 2011. I had just finished my uni degree, spent some time travelling the world, then came home and landed my perfect job. 2012 came and I met my girlfriend and everything seemed great. At the time I had noticed that I was using the toilet a lot more frequently usual but I just dismissed it as perhaps being the result of a hedonistic lifestyle, maybe increasing stress and some bad diet choices. Things got worse and worse and I noticed I was passing blood intermittently.
It reached a point where I was afraid to leave the house without taking loparamide (Imodium) tablets. Things got bad at work because I was constantly late. I would wake up and try to flush out my system early in the morning then dose up on loparamide so that I had the confidence to make the 45 minute journey to work without needing a toilet. I was constantly late to work and felt the topic was too embarrassing to tell people at work about, so ultimately everyone just thought I was always late because I was lazy. As it got worse I would only leave the house for work or when I absolutely had to. I became really antisocial and never wanted to leave the house out of fear for not being near a toilet.
I went to a doctor and he said that because I had travelled to so many developing countries I had probably caught some parasitic illness, or some exotic bacteria which was causing my excessive diarrhoea/bloating/malabsorption. He gave me all these antibiotics to nuke anything that was living in my digestive system but it didn't make the smallest bit of difference, and then I spent some time trying different IBS probiotics also with no improvement.
The illness took it's toll on my relationship. I'm 30 and she's 28. She tries her best to understand my condition but I don't think she really understands the fear I have in leaving the house and why I've become somewhat agoraphobic. She still likes going out on the weekends and the outdoors etc, so this illness of mine has really pushed us apart. I am wondering if maybe it's better for her if I just let her go so she doesn't need to have me holding her back regarding what she wants to do. I tell her to go out without me with her friends and she does, but she's always disappointed when I refuse her and whilst she's done her best to support me, I notice that lately I just really like being alone.
A few months ago because of my excessive bowel movements, I got a hernia too, so now I'm on the waiting list for surgery for that. To make matters worse I was made redundant from my job a couple of weeks ago (not because of illness - just due to company closing down) and I am not financially well off enough to endure being unemployed for more than 8 - 10 weeks. I need to find a new job but I am worried about what conditions will be like at a new unfamiliar workplace. How can you possibly ask a prospective employer whether or not your new job will include easy access to a toilet at all times? Furthermore I am worried that if I disclose my condition that I will be discriminated against with regards to them selecting someone.
Yesterday the gastroenterologist told me I had Crohn's disease. He said my intestine was riddled with ulcers and that I had a fistula too. All these terms were completely foreign to me until then and I am still trying to digest (pun intended) all this information. He has prescribed me Pentasa, Prednisolone, Imuran and has said that after 3 months I'll go on the humira too, which scares me because I hate needles. (I've always been a terrible patient at hospitals/doctors). I have no idea what all these things are and what affects they'll have. I just want my quality of life back. I had my 30th birthday last week. Everyone asked me what I was doing for it. Bar? Club? Party? Getaway? Nope, just flushing my system out in preparation for a colonoscopy.
Today I cried for about an hour. The last time I cried was about 10 years ago. I'm not really an emotional person but I guess this was the straw that broke the camels back at a time when I already felt so much stress. I'm trying to be rational and look at the bright side. I'm having a bad day today but I keep telling myself the following things:
- It's 2013. I should be grateful that I am not living in 1913 when things would have been much worse for people that are ill.
- Modern medicine is a wonder and whatever treatments there are today are only going to get better tomorrow.
- Now that I'm diagnosed, I am going to be so much more enabled in how I manage things.
Sorry for the long post, but it's good to get certain things out when you've been holding them in for so long.
- Dave