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Hello all-
My name is Kari...I've been creeping around this forum for the past 4 days and have been wanting to post but felt as if I would be wasting your time since I've no diagnosis yet...I'll go ahead with my story anyway and see if I can bore yet another person with it ;-) (I do want to include everything in case it may be key in CD, so will warn you now I was born with the gift of gab and this may be long!)
Anyhow, I'll be 24 tomorrow and the last 5 years have been hell. Three weeks before my daughter was born in September of 2005, I could have sworn I was about to have her on the toilet. The pains in my stomach were unbearable...to the point of vomiting and nearly passing out. Ended up going to the ER and of course admitted to the Labor and Delivery ward. They checked me out and told me it was just Braxton Hicks contractions and sent me home. Of course, that didn't explain the D or other symptoms...but they're the doctors, right? Who am I to argue. Still, I knew something was wrong. We live with our bodies on a daily basis and I just knew. Fast foward to 3 months later, November 31, 2005; at this point I have a beautiful 2 month old baby girl, Chloe...but still have the same stomach issues. I've had every stool test available and have tried every OTC gas/diarrhea/bloating medicine there is available. The sleep deprivation of a newborn followed by the fatigue from whatever this is have me down and depressed. Another trip to the ER with horrid pains. Doctor said it's my gall bladder so they keep me there and take it out the next day. I was so hopeful and excited that this would fix the problem...but that would be too easy, wouldn't it? I went back to the surgeon a couple of weeks later to have my stitches removed and I tell him at that point that I'm still having the chronic D, nausea/vomiting, lightheadedness and fatigue. He then reccommended a colonoscopy and we went through with that. All the subsequent bloodwork and tests were normal. He did mention that I had quite a bit of mucous in the lining of my intestine...but didn't follow up on that or even explain what that was attributed to. My view is "why mention it, if it's not relevant?"...he referred me on to the GI specialist...not much worth telling here. I got the IBS diagnosis after waiting in the waiting room for 2 hours and seeing the doctor for only 5 minutes. He gives me a script for Simethicone...yea, the same thing I give my 3 month old for gas. I was appalled. So I wrote the whole thing off until February of this year I had the worst "flare" I've ever had. None of this had ever gone away, mind you. I just learned to deal with it. Went in to my GP after this "flare" and she started me on Welchol (a med used to treat high cholesterol with a side effect of hardening stools) and an anti-depressant, Lexapro. Something about trying to balance the serotonin in my gut...whatever...Same problems have continued on for this long and the last week I have been in so much pain and been so miserable that I'm praying for God to just take me out. I returned to the doctor last Tuesday (5/18/10) and she just switches my anti-depressant to Zoloft and reccommends I see a psychologist, that its probably all in my head due to being stressed out. I practically have to beg for a repeat colonoscopy which she finally grants. I've yet to hear back from the office, though. I've left at least 5 messages.
I'm at the end of my rope. The only thing that has gotten me through the last 4 days is this forum...makes my complaints feel valid. I feel 98% sure that I suffer from CD and only wish those we call "Doctors" would do what they are supposed to do and pursue this until it is fixed. Any advice would be helpful, I've run out of people to talk to. Not much family support, unfortunately. My mother thinks I'm exaggerating and when the episode in February occured (I was visiting her at the time) she even shushed me because my "vomiting and crying was too loud and she didn't want to hear it". It's so hard not having that one person who is supposed to be there for you when you're sick...Even after that, I still want my mommy just to care when I've been in the bathroom 18 out of 24 hours a day...
Help...
Kari
My name is Kari...I've been creeping around this forum for the past 4 days and have been wanting to post but felt as if I would be wasting your time since I've no diagnosis yet...I'll go ahead with my story anyway and see if I can bore yet another person with it ;-) (I do want to include everything in case it may be key in CD, so will warn you now I was born with the gift of gab and this may be long!)
Anyhow, I'll be 24 tomorrow and the last 5 years have been hell. Three weeks before my daughter was born in September of 2005, I could have sworn I was about to have her on the toilet. The pains in my stomach were unbearable...to the point of vomiting and nearly passing out. Ended up going to the ER and of course admitted to the Labor and Delivery ward. They checked me out and told me it was just Braxton Hicks contractions and sent me home. Of course, that didn't explain the D or other symptoms...but they're the doctors, right? Who am I to argue. Still, I knew something was wrong. We live with our bodies on a daily basis and I just knew. Fast foward to 3 months later, November 31, 2005; at this point I have a beautiful 2 month old baby girl, Chloe...but still have the same stomach issues. I've had every stool test available and have tried every OTC gas/diarrhea/bloating medicine there is available. The sleep deprivation of a newborn followed by the fatigue from whatever this is have me down and depressed. Another trip to the ER with horrid pains. Doctor said it's my gall bladder so they keep me there and take it out the next day. I was so hopeful and excited that this would fix the problem...but that would be too easy, wouldn't it? I went back to the surgeon a couple of weeks later to have my stitches removed and I tell him at that point that I'm still having the chronic D, nausea/vomiting, lightheadedness and fatigue. He then reccommended a colonoscopy and we went through with that. All the subsequent bloodwork and tests were normal. He did mention that I had quite a bit of mucous in the lining of my intestine...but didn't follow up on that or even explain what that was attributed to. My view is "why mention it, if it's not relevant?"...he referred me on to the GI specialist...not much worth telling here. I got the IBS diagnosis after waiting in the waiting room for 2 hours and seeing the doctor for only 5 minutes. He gives me a script for Simethicone...yea, the same thing I give my 3 month old for gas. I was appalled. So I wrote the whole thing off until February of this year I had the worst "flare" I've ever had. None of this had ever gone away, mind you. I just learned to deal with it. Went in to my GP after this "flare" and she started me on Welchol (a med used to treat high cholesterol with a side effect of hardening stools) and an anti-depressant, Lexapro. Something about trying to balance the serotonin in my gut...whatever...Same problems have continued on for this long and the last week I have been in so much pain and been so miserable that I'm praying for God to just take me out. I returned to the doctor last Tuesday (5/18/10) and she just switches my anti-depressant to Zoloft and reccommends I see a psychologist, that its probably all in my head due to being stressed out. I practically have to beg for a repeat colonoscopy which she finally grants. I've yet to hear back from the office, though. I've left at least 5 messages.
I'm at the end of my rope. The only thing that has gotten me through the last 4 days is this forum...makes my complaints feel valid. I feel 98% sure that I suffer from CD and only wish those we call "Doctors" would do what they are supposed to do and pursue this until it is fixed. Any advice would be helpful, I've run out of people to talk to. Not much family support, unfortunately. My mother thinks I'm exaggerating and when the episode in February occured (I was visiting her at the time) she even shushed me because my "vomiting and crying was too loud and she didn't want to hear it". It's so hard not having that one person who is supposed to be there for you when you're sick...Even after that, I still want my mommy just to care when I've been in the bathroom 18 out of 24 hours a day...
Help...
Kari