I've never been more overwhelmed in my life.
I got diagnosed about 7 days ago...well, kinda. Which leads me to my first question. The GI first said that bloodwork was next to useless to here for diagnosing Crohn's. She says I the colonoscopy shows severe inflammation, but she needs me to get bloodwork to determine what it is.
However, I asked the GI and she said that it couldn't be anything else besides crohn's or UC. So why do I need bloodwork? I thought most people get diagnosed with the colonoscopy? And doesn't this contradict what she said earlier about bloodwork being pointless?
She then said that Crohns was basically no deal and fairly common. That's the last thing I needed my father to hear. Both of my parents have been yelling at me for being lazy and being a wimp, but the truth is I barely have the energy to get out of bed (and this is coming from a very ambitious person who used to wake up at 5:30, knock out pushups and squat then get started on working on my successful business).
My parents have been downright cruel in the past so this isn't surprising. I also know that their insults have no basis in reality (for instance saying I would be a bum on the street even though I was bound for a top 1 percent college). However, I can't take it in this state. I worked my butt off to make my own money (through my own business) so I could leave their pernicious influence behind and now I have to rely on them again and deal with their crap. It's very frustrating. Before this diagnosis I was consistently happy for the first time in my life, and no I'm back to dealing with this crap.
My GI prescribed pred and didn't say anything about potential side effects. At first, I finally had energy and wasn't in pain constantly. By the third day however, I could barely sleep. The 5th day I started being very, very irritable with anxiety. However, by far the worst side effects were the suicidal thoughts. I've been through a lot of bad stuff but I've never been suicidal, but I found myself seriously considering suicide, even looking up the potential ways to do it and trying to scour pills.
Of course, the recent overwhelming diagnosis, pain, and verbal abuse of my parents weren't helping, but I know for a fact that I wouldn't be having these thoughts without the pred. When I was laying down, enjoying the thought of death, something snapped and I realized that pred was the reason for these thoughts. I went downstairs and threw the bottle into the woods in anger (not smart but I haven't been thinking clearly at all - even right now I have severe brain fog).
I've been off it for a couple of days and my symptoms are back; however, I prefer that to killing myself. Even though I'm in a lot of pain and everything is as terrible as ever, I don't have suicidal thoughts anymore.
I'm terrified, exhausted, angry, and have no support from anyone. All of this has came on too fast. Reading other people's stories with this terrible condition has not helped. My mental and physical state are at an all time low and I feel helpless.
The only thing I know I should do is call the GI tomorrow and tell her I stopped the pred due to extreme emotions.
If you read or skimmed this (thanks by the way :thumleft
any ideas on what I should do next? I still don't have a diagnose and I'm too scared to take the only meds I was prescribed.
I got diagnosed about 7 days ago...well, kinda. Which leads me to my first question. The GI first said that bloodwork was next to useless to here for diagnosing Crohn's. She says I the colonoscopy shows severe inflammation, but she needs me to get bloodwork to determine what it is.
However, I asked the GI and she said that it couldn't be anything else besides crohn's or UC. So why do I need bloodwork? I thought most people get diagnosed with the colonoscopy? And doesn't this contradict what she said earlier about bloodwork being pointless?
She then said that Crohns was basically no deal and fairly common. That's the last thing I needed my father to hear. Both of my parents have been yelling at me for being lazy and being a wimp, but the truth is I barely have the energy to get out of bed (and this is coming from a very ambitious person who used to wake up at 5:30, knock out pushups and squat then get started on working on my successful business).
My parents have been downright cruel in the past so this isn't surprising. I also know that their insults have no basis in reality (for instance saying I would be a bum on the street even though I was bound for a top 1 percent college). However, I can't take it in this state. I worked my butt off to make my own money (through my own business) so I could leave their pernicious influence behind and now I have to rely on them again and deal with their crap. It's very frustrating. Before this diagnosis I was consistently happy for the first time in my life, and no I'm back to dealing with this crap.
My GI prescribed pred and didn't say anything about potential side effects. At first, I finally had energy and wasn't in pain constantly. By the third day however, I could barely sleep. The 5th day I started being very, very irritable with anxiety. However, by far the worst side effects were the suicidal thoughts. I've been through a lot of bad stuff but I've never been suicidal, but I found myself seriously considering suicide, even looking up the potential ways to do it and trying to scour pills.
Of course, the recent overwhelming diagnosis, pain, and verbal abuse of my parents weren't helping, but I know for a fact that I wouldn't be having these thoughts without the pred. When I was laying down, enjoying the thought of death, something snapped and I realized that pred was the reason for these thoughts. I went downstairs and threw the bottle into the woods in anger (not smart but I haven't been thinking clearly at all - even right now I have severe brain fog).
I've been off it for a couple of days and my symptoms are back; however, I prefer that to killing myself. Even though I'm in a lot of pain and everything is as terrible as ever, I don't have suicidal thoughts anymore.
I'm terrified, exhausted, angry, and have no support from anyone. All of this has came on too fast. Reading other people's stories with this terrible condition has not helped. My mental and physical state are at an all time low and I feel helpless.
The only thing I know I should do is call the GI tomorrow and tell her I stopped the pred due to extreme emotions.
If you read or skimmed this (thanks by the way :thumleft