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I was diagnosed with Crohn's Disease 30 years ago at the age of 18, and am not sure if I am one of the lucky ones that was able to defeat it through surgery - or not...
I had some abdominal distress and went to a gastroenterologist who had performed an office exam and determined that I was nervous about starting college, and was prescribed Valium. OK.
My parents had gone on vacation and left me alone in the house. An 18 year old boy with plenty of Valium.... PARTY TIME!!!! But not for me...
Instead I was constantly running to the bathroom and wasn't able hold any food down. By the end of the week I was so fatigued that I couldn't even get off the couch. I would wake up, take a Valium, then drift off.
Upon their return, my mother immediately called a different Gastroenterologist and was told the next available appointment was weeks away. Hearing the distress in her voice, the reception had us come in as an EMERGENCY.
Here's where it all started... The doctor had sent me straight to the hospital (without passing GO). My diagnosis - I have Crohn's, had an obstruction that required resection surgery, and was within hours of death from dehydration.
The surgery had left me a drug addict - with my drug of choice being a healthy dosage of Imodium - which made me very tired. But at least I didn't have to constantly be on the lookout for a bathroom.
I have since stopped taking Imodium on a regular basis, replacing it with the occasional Vicodin when I am going out for a "night on the town". The opiate's side effect of constipation works well for me, and I do not get "high". (I don't drink alcohol, and my night on the town consists of being able to go to a restaurant and make it home without having an accident.)
Some doctors feel that I am one of the lucky one's because I haven't had a significant flare up since the surgery; although I live with diarrhea on a regular basis because my body lacks the ability to absorb bile juices. (Welchol helps a little - not much). I am grateful if this is the case, but don't really feel "lucky".
So, I just live day-by-day with some difficult coping skills. Eating one meal at dinner time when I am in for the evening on a normal work day, eating plain grilled chicken if I must socialize over a meal, and not eating at all on "special" days...
I had some abdominal distress and went to a gastroenterologist who had performed an office exam and determined that I was nervous about starting college, and was prescribed Valium. OK.
My parents had gone on vacation and left me alone in the house. An 18 year old boy with plenty of Valium.... PARTY TIME!!!! But not for me...
Instead I was constantly running to the bathroom and wasn't able hold any food down. By the end of the week I was so fatigued that I couldn't even get off the couch. I would wake up, take a Valium, then drift off.
Upon their return, my mother immediately called a different Gastroenterologist and was told the next available appointment was weeks away. Hearing the distress in her voice, the reception had us come in as an EMERGENCY.
Here's where it all started... The doctor had sent me straight to the hospital (without passing GO). My diagnosis - I have Crohn's, had an obstruction that required resection surgery, and was within hours of death from dehydration.
The surgery had left me a drug addict - with my drug of choice being a healthy dosage of Imodium - which made me very tired. But at least I didn't have to constantly be on the lookout for a bathroom.
I have since stopped taking Imodium on a regular basis, replacing it with the occasional Vicodin when I am going out for a "night on the town". The opiate's side effect of constipation works well for me, and I do not get "high". (I don't drink alcohol, and my night on the town consists of being able to go to a restaurant and make it home without having an accident.)
Some doctors feel that I am one of the lucky one's because I haven't had a significant flare up since the surgery; although I live with diarrhea on a regular basis because my body lacks the ability to absorb bile juices. (Welchol helps a little - not much). I am grateful if this is the case, but don't really feel "lucky".
So, I just live day-by-day with some difficult coping skills. Eating one meal at dinner time when I am in for the evening on a normal work day, eating plain grilled chicken if I must socialize over a meal, and not eating at all on "special" days...