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My apologies for ranting. I recognize many of you are in my shoes or much worse.
I'm already in this emotionally weak state, last week my doctor said I need to get on Remicade indefinitely. Excited something might finally get me in remission but the side effects sound scary. So at work I get really sick today after eating just a palm full of soup. Really sick, I'm going to the bathroom every ten minutes and a fart slipped around co-workers. (Please tell me this has happened to someone :frown:. There is no way to play off going to the bathroom so much, everyone notices, some people are empathic, some look with judgment. However, I power through the day even having to work late.
At this point I would rather die then use the cheap toilet paper at work, my ass hurts, I decide I can make it home (I know, I know). So not noticing how much I'm speeding a cop pulls me over. I held the cry in the whole day... I broke in front of this cop. Honestly trying to explain my situation, I tell him I'm sick, I have Crohn's disease, I need to go to the bathroom and I just want to go home. It's pathetic, there mascara everywhere and I can barely hold my papers straight. He gives me the ticket, after I explain the most embarrassing story ever. Cold hearted *******.
And here I am, in my pajamas with daylight still out, eating as little as possible until I get through work tomorrow. I don't want another day tomorrow like today.
I'm normally more held together.... it just hit me wrong today.
I'm already in this emotionally weak state, last week my doctor said I need to get on Remicade indefinitely. Excited something might finally get me in remission but the side effects sound scary. So at work I get really sick today after eating just a palm full of soup. Really sick, I'm going to the bathroom every ten minutes and a fart slipped around co-workers. (Please tell me this has happened to someone :frown:. There is no way to play off going to the bathroom so much, everyone notices, some people are empathic, some look with judgment. However, I power through the day even having to work late.
At this point I would rather die then use the cheap toilet paper at work, my ass hurts, I decide I can make it home (I know, I know). So not noticing how much I'm speeding a cop pulls me over. I held the cry in the whole day... I broke in front of this cop. Honestly trying to explain my situation, I tell him I'm sick, I have Crohn's disease, I need to go to the bathroom and I just want to go home. It's pathetic, there mascara everywhere and I can barely hold my papers straight. He gives me the ticket, after I explain the most embarrassing story ever. Cold hearted *******.
And here I am, in my pajamas with daylight still out, eating as little as possible until I get through work tomorrow. I don't want another day tomorrow like today.
I'm normally more held together.... it just hit me wrong today.