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Well for the past couple of days I've been feeling poor. It sucks and after being told about a month before by my doctor that I was in remission...well obviously not. It started on Friday morning with frequent diarreah, but I ate a couple of bites of salad the night before so I figured it was the salad comming back with avengence even though a couple of bites don't typically affect me that bad. At any rate it calmed down enough to take my son to the fair. The fair was awesome but really hot and my sons(brand new sandals) were rubbing his feet so bad they actually scabbed his poor little feet so we left after a couple of hours. I also pretty much starved myself that day except eating a couple of chicken nuggets and some ribbon fries. Then after we got home the diarreah stated again. Sat my crohns started getting worse. I felt like I was in the bathroom all day and the worse part was my stomache hurt so bad I started crying...and at that point the blood started. I was even up during the night to empty my bowels. Today I'm frustraited. I went to the bathroom with diarreah and blood and my fiancee has been at my throat about cleaning and such and when I tried to return my sons barley worn sandals to the store(Dick's Sporting Goods is THE WORST PLACE EVER! I worked there for 2 years and was treated like crap...and they treat me like crap trying to return my sons sandals OH MY GOD!) the manager talked to me like I knew nothing and acted like I was a 12 year old. I'm sorry I sold your footware for 2 freaking years don;t sit there and tell me that I don;t know anything and to top it off I was wearing a pair of sandals by the same company on my feet right in front of him. AND I was planning on purchasing a pair of sandals which cost 4 times the amount I spent on those...they wouldn;t even let me exchange them for the proper size...ugh I'm so pissed off.
Seriously not only am I supposed to be in remission but my fiancee has pretty much yelling at me telling me I need to carry my weight around the apartment (ok must be nice to go to sleep and not have to wake up to empty your bowels...must be nice to be completly f-ing healthy) and then the manager at a completly worthless store talk down to me...it's all boiling up and I know what will happen when I call my GI tomorrow. The receptionist will tell me oh just keep your app 4 months away you'll be fine. Ugh
Anyway thanks for listening to my rant
Seriously not only am I supposed to be in remission but my fiancee has pretty much yelling at me telling me I need to carry my weight around the apartment (ok must be nice to go to sleep and not have to wake up to empty your bowels...must be nice to be completly f-ing healthy) and then the manager at a completly worthless store talk down to me...it's all boiling up and I know what will happen when I call my GI tomorrow. The receptionist will tell me oh just keep your app 4 months away you'll be fine. Ugh
Anyway thanks for listening to my rant