Ok, I'm probably gonna regret talking about this, but I'm at that stage in my life where I think I need to. I haven't really discussed this with anyone as yet (my friendship circle is vastly deteriorating) and I know an Internet forum isn't the best way to express myself on the subject, but it's a start, I think.
So, here's my story: I was diagnosed with Crohn's in September 2008. I was rushed into hospital after complaining of severe stomach pains. The doctors gave me an emergency op, which involved removing the infected part of my large intestine. I was stitched up and left to recover for a month or so, and then I was released from hospital.
About a week after that, things got considerably worse. I was vomiting up to 20 times a night, and had to be rushed back into hospital. Again, I required an emergency op, as my bowel had considerable blockage. I ended up with an ileostomy, and was sent into intensive care, with various wires coming out of my abdomen to drain away all the infections inside of me.
I was a physical wreck. But the fact that I could hardly walk didn't bother me as much as a majority of my apparent close friends that didn't even bother to pay me a visit, or even send me a simple text message to see how I was. I stopped breathing twice during my time in intensive care, and came literally within seconds of dying each time.
I had just come out of a 3 year relationship before all this Crohn's stuff started. This girl and I were still in contact, however, as friends, and she promised she would be coming to see me in hospital very soon (she lived a 6 hour drive away). I had been in hospital for a total of 4 months by this time, but the thing that really kept me going was knowing that I was going to see her (all be it a couple of hours).
When she arrived, I was in such a mess, physically, but I didn't at all care. She looked beautiful, just as I remembered. We spent the two hours that she could spare holding hands and cuddling up together. It was just like before. Nothing else mattered.
Conversations grew from there, and I really thought we were going to work it out. I went down to Cornwall to see her, only a week after my release from hospital (just before Christmas). I still had my ileostomy, and was in a considerable amount of pain, but I shrugged off the advice from concerned family members and made the journey down safely. I believed she was really worth it.
We spent a week together, holding hands, cuddling up, and just generally enjoying ourselves. She even told me that she still loved me (more than a couple of times).
When the holiday finished and I arrived back home, however, some news came to my attention. I found out that this girl had been sleeping with my friend during the time that I was in hospital. I was absolutely heart-broken. I had had several bad experiences with women before she came along, and it took me a hell of a long time to get over those past hurts to be able to trust her and develop a new relationship. When I found out that my persistence in being able to trust another woman again had been shot down like that I just became an emotional wreck. My confidence in the way I looked was already shattered, and then to hear this on top of it, I really was struggling to find something worth living for.
I know I was vulnerable, emotionally, at the time all the Crohn's stuff was happening, but I refuse to accept that I was imagining the connections and emotions that were floating around between us (her concept of what went on at the time). It still hurts me like hell, and I've literally spent many of my nights crying myself to sleep in complete isolation. I'm lost, I can't work, I have barely any friends left anymore, and I really don't know what to do with my life.
This all sounds like some soppy pre-adolescent bullshit reading it back now (which is the whole reason I didn't want to write about it in the first place), but the bottom line is that's how I'm (still) feeling. I need help.
Apologies for taking up so much space with this.
- Andy.
So, here's my story: I was diagnosed with Crohn's in September 2008. I was rushed into hospital after complaining of severe stomach pains. The doctors gave me an emergency op, which involved removing the infected part of my large intestine. I was stitched up and left to recover for a month or so, and then I was released from hospital.
About a week after that, things got considerably worse. I was vomiting up to 20 times a night, and had to be rushed back into hospital. Again, I required an emergency op, as my bowel had considerable blockage. I ended up with an ileostomy, and was sent into intensive care, with various wires coming out of my abdomen to drain away all the infections inside of me.
I was a physical wreck. But the fact that I could hardly walk didn't bother me as much as a majority of my apparent close friends that didn't even bother to pay me a visit, or even send me a simple text message to see how I was. I stopped breathing twice during my time in intensive care, and came literally within seconds of dying each time.
I had just come out of a 3 year relationship before all this Crohn's stuff started. This girl and I were still in contact, however, as friends, and she promised she would be coming to see me in hospital very soon (she lived a 6 hour drive away). I had been in hospital for a total of 4 months by this time, but the thing that really kept me going was knowing that I was going to see her (all be it a couple of hours).
When she arrived, I was in such a mess, physically, but I didn't at all care. She looked beautiful, just as I remembered. We spent the two hours that she could spare holding hands and cuddling up together. It was just like before. Nothing else mattered.
Conversations grew from there, and I really thought we were going to work it out. I went down to Cornwall to see her, only a week after my release from hospital (just before Christmas). I still had my ileostomy, and was in a considerable amount of pain, but I shrugged off the advice from concerned family members and made the journey down safely. I believed she was really worth it.
We spent a week together, holding hands, cuddling up, and just generally enjoying ourselves. She even told me that she still loved me (more than a couple of times).
When the holiday finished and I arrived back home, however, some news came to my attention. I found out that this girl had been sleeping with my friend during the time that I was in hospital. I was absolutely heart-broken. I had had several bad experiences with women before she came along, and it took me a hell of a long time to get over those past hurts to be able to trust her and develop a new relationship. When I found out that my persistence in being able to trust another woman again had been shot down like that I just became an emotional wreck. My confidence in the way I looked was already shattered, and then to hear this on top of it, I really was struggling to find something worth living for.
I know I was vulnerable, emotionally, at the time all the Crohn's stuff was happening, but I refuse to accept that I was imagining the connections and emotions that were floating around between us (her concept of what went on at the time). It still hurts me like hell, and I've literally spent many of my nights crying myself to sleep in complete isolation. I'm lost, I can't work, I have barely any friends left anymore, and I really don't know what to do with my life.
This all sounds like some soppy pre-adolescent bullshit reading it back now (which is the whole reason I didn't want to write about it in the first place), but the bottom line is that's how I'm (still) feeling. I need help.
Apologies for taking up so much space with this.
- Andy.
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