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I was diagnosed with crohns last April after years of painful symptoms attributed to IBS, finally after an entire week of worsening pain due to an obstruction I went to the hospital and they gave me an enema and laxatives, then left me to get worse as my abdomen got more swollen and the pain became so bad I started smashing my head off the wall and couldn't stand, sit, lie down, or do anything that didn't hurt.
I was finally xrayed after they tried to discharge me when the enema released the little bit below my blockage, and I argued with the nurse that the doctor needed to examine me again before discharge. He came back and saw how distended I was and ordered the xray. After that they finally put me on pain killers, and I was admitted about 16 hours later to the general surgery floor. I spent two weeks there waiting to get a colonoscopy, was put on high dose of prednisone, and became manic. When I finally got my scope done, I woke up from anesthesia and they kept going with the scope despite how much pain I was in.
I was discharged a few days later, and spent two months fighting with 10 doctors over getting adequate pain relief.
I had 4 strictures, and kept experiencing obstructive symptoms on a regular basis.
The mania from the prednisone caused me to run around acting crazy and I managed to destroy my life, losing my home, my job, most of my belongings, and most of my friends, and since my family has tried to erase me from their lives since I was abandoned by my mother at age 7, I couldn't turn to them for support.
Fast forward to now. I've been out of work since April, on odsp, just had my open surgery, and spent 3 weeks in hospital right before Christmas. I'm healing, but I'm depressed, I'm feeling like life is pointless, that I'm just going to get sick again, or that something bad will happen like going on remicade and getting cancer, and I want to work but have no skills other than as a cook, and restaurants are one of the worst places for a person with crohns to work given the long hours, low pay, high stress, and lack of rights for workers. I just can't go back there as I feelblike it contributed largely to the severity of my disease when I was finally diagnosed.
I dont know what to do, I actually think about jumping every time I am waiting for the subway, not that I would do it, but I think about no more pain, no more loneliness, no more struggling to survive.
I wonder if other people have felt like this after their first year of crohns?
I was finally xrayed after they tried to discharge me when the enema released the little bit below my blockage, and I argued with the nurse that the doctor needed to examine me again before discharge. He came back and saw how distended I was and ordered the xray. After that they finally put me on pain killers, and I was admitted about 16 hours later to the general surgery floor. I spent two weeks there waiting to get a colonoscopy, was put on high dose of prednisone, and became manic. When I finally got my scope done, I woke up from anesthesia and they kept going with the scope despite how much pain I was in.
I was discharged a few days later, and spent two months fighting with 10 doctors over getting adequate pain relief.
I had 4 strictures, and kept experiencing obstructive symptoms on a regular basis.
The mania from the prednisone caused me to run around acting crazy and I managed to destroy my life, losing my home, my job, most of my belongings, and most of my friends, and since my family has tried to erase me from their lives since I was abandoned by my mother at age 7, I couldn't turn to them for support.
Fast forward to now. I've been out of work since April, on odsp, just had my open surgery, and spent 3 weeks in hospital right before Christmas. I'm healing, but I'm depressed, I'm feeling like life is pointless, that I'm just going to get sick again, or that something bad will happen like going on remicade and getting cancer, and I want to work but have no skills other than as a cook, and restaurants are one of the worst places for a person with crohns to work given the long hours, low pay, high stress, and lack of rights for workers. I just can't go back there as I feelblike it contributed largely to the severity of my disease when I was finally diagnosed.
I dont know what to do, I actually think about jumping every time I am waiting for the subway, not that I would do it, but I think about no more pain, no more loneliness, no more struggling to survive.
I wonder if other people have felt like this after their first year of crohns?