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It could be so much worse. I was diagnosed five years ago officially with Crohns. I'm overweight, so every doctor questions the diagnosis. I had the fancy blood work done to confirm it. I just got out of the hospital and (after the doc again questioned the crohns diagnosis) was diagnosed with ulcerative colitis, so I guess that changes my official diagnosis to IBD. Promised I'd stay on the meds this time, but won't. It doesn't help. I swear. I'm on asacol. I've tried mesalsmine before and the 5-stuff, forget what it's called. Just seems like a waste of money. They wanted me to try biological meds but really, it's not that bad.
I've been hospitalized four times for flares. Every time, they send me home with scripts but no real advice on what to do to avoid it again. And I take the meds faithfully for a while, but feel no better. So inevitably, I stop.
So yeah, it could be worse. I could have had surgery, though I haven't. I know how bad it could get. I'm lucky to be over 50 and not be suffering as bad as some.
I fight with depression now. My husband has been out of work for three years. Ive been the breadwinner. He keeps promising that he will take the load off of me, yet year after year, here I am. I work a high stress job and think if he would get back to work, I could take it easy and it would go away. Guess I will just keep dreaming.
I hate the depressing holidays. Sorry.
I've been hospitalized four times for flares. Every time, they send me home with scripts but no real advice on what to do to avoid it again. And I take the meds faithfully for a while, but feel no better. So inevitably, I stop.
So yeah, it could be worse. I could have had surgery, though I haven't. I know how bad it could get. I'm lucky to be over 50 and not be suffering as bad as some.
I fight with depression now. My husband has been out of work for three years. Ive been the breadwinner. He keeps promising that he will take the load off of me, yet year after year, here I am. I work a high stress job and think if he would get back to work, I could take it easy and it would go away. Guess I will just keep dreaming.
I hate the depressing holidays. Sorry.