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my story...
It was the summer of 2010, I was 22 years old... Little did I know, that this summer would change my life forever... I was having pains on my right side... like throbbing out of my mind pain.. on top of that I wasnt eatting, drinking.. laying there with a heating pillow..I took myself to the ER & they checked me out..The hospital admitted me to keep the pain under control.. I was kept from Saturday- Thursday...Went home, still in pain, and none of my or my parents questions were answered.. I went back to the Emergency Room the following Saturday, they admitted me again, and I went through further testing... I believe I had another barium Cat scan on my stomach and such... and a colonoscopy.. Ill never forget being dazed and confused& drugged up in my hospital room, when my doctor told me I had an Auto Immune Disease.
He told me I had crohns disease,and I had two options, either they can operate and take out the diseased parts of my intestines or control it by medications. I instantly wanted it out of me... I think I tried to convince myself over and over in my mind that I didnt have this disease, and the doctors didnt know what they were talking about... I know that Crohns disease is heriditary, but not a single individual from my family had crohns disease. (I figure I gave myself the disease.. I struggled with an eating disorder for about 10 years now, and in the earlier stages of the disorder I abused laxatives, sometimes taking up to 20 a day) I had my first bowel resection,I felt like I had an elephant on top of my body, the pain was sooo excructing, absoutely nothing Ive ever felt before. On top of that they had to put a pick line in me because they could no longer get blood from my veins. I was still quickly going down hill..turning more grayier as the days go by.. I was givin my last rights twice, along with my parents and family having the heartache of me almost passing away..I never wanted to put anyone through what I put them, working 8 hours, then coming to see me for almost 2 months in the hospital.
My white blood cell count was steadily climbing and climbing everytime the nurses took my blood. Not a single individual in that hospital knew what was wrong with me. They just kept feeding me liquid morphine, and an all liquid diet.. To make a long ass story short, I had an infection called Perentenitis which affects the lining of the stomach. I had abcesses all along the lining of my stomach.. We found out that the doctor that did my first bowel resection did not properly close my large intestines correctly, leading to the infection and such..I went through 2 more bowel resections, along with having to get the abcesses drained by hand before I was rushed to a bigger hospital in Pittsburgh. I was transfered to AGH, I was treated and went home about two weeks later... Crohns disease has definately changed my life.. There isnt a day that goes by that I wish I didnt do this to myself..I wouldnt wish this on my worst enemy.. Not being able to eat without worrying about having to fly to the bathroom.. When I tell people my story, I dont want them to give me sympathy because I did this myself.. I also think Crohns changed me.. It made me a better person, before I got sick I didnt give a **** about anybody, or anything.. I am now 25 years old, I still struggle with this disease everyday.. some days better then others..
It was the summer of 2010, I was 22 years old... Little did I know, that this summer would change my life forever... I was having pains on my right side... like throbbing out of my mind pain.. on top of that I wasnt eatting, drinking.. laying there with a heating pillow..I took myself to the ER & they checked me out..The hospital admitted me to keep the pain under control.. I was kept from Saturday- Thursday...Went home, still in pain, and none of my or my parents questions were answered.. I went back to the Emergency Room the following Saturday, they admitted me again, and I went through further testing... I believe I had another barium Cat scan on my stomach and such... and a colonoscopy.. Ill never forget being dazed and confused& drugged up in my hospital room, when my doctor told me I had an Auto Immune Disease.
He told me I had crohns disease,and I had two options, either they can operate and take out the diseased parts of my intestines or control it by medications. I instantly wanted it out of me... I think I tried to convince myself over and over in my mind that I didnt have this disease, and the doctors didnt know what they were talking about... I know that Crohns disease is heriditary, but not a single individual from my family had crohns disease. (I figure I gave myself the disease.. I struggled with an eating disorder for about 10 years now, and in the earlier stages of the disorder I abused laxatives, sometimes taking up to 20 a day) I had my first bowel resection,I felt like I had an elephant on top of my body, the pain was sooo excructing, absoutely nothing Ive ever felt before. On top of that they had to put a pick line in me because they could no longer get blood from my veins. I was still quickly going down hill..turning more grayier as the days go by.. I was givin my last rights twice, along with my parents and family having the heartache of me almost passing away..I never wanted to put anyone through what I put them, working 8 hours, then coming to see me for almost 2 months in the hospital.
My white blood cell count was steadily climbing and climbing everytime the nurses took my blood. Not a single individual in that hospital knew what was wrong with me. They just kept feeding me liquid morphine, and an all liquid diet.. To make a long ass story short, I had an infection called Perentenitis which affects the lining of the stomach. I had abcesses all along the lining of my stomach.. We found out that the doctor that did my first bowel resection did not properly close my large intestines correctly, leading to the infection and such..I went through 2 more bowel resections, along with having to get the abcesses drained by hand before I was rushed to a bigger hospital in Pittsburgh. I was transfered to AGH, I was treated and went home about two weeks later... Crohns disease has definately changed my life.. There isnt a day that goes by that I wish I didnt do this to myself..I wouldnt wish this on my worst enemy.. Not being able to eat without worrying about having to fly to the bathroom.. When I tell people my story, I dont want them to give me sympathy because I did this myself.. I also think Crohns changed me.. It made me a better person, before I got sick I didnt give a **** about anybody, or anything.. I am now 25 years old, I still struggle with this disease everyday.. some days better then others..
