Regular Joe
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For the most part, I'm a "cock-eyed optimist". I love life for sure, and I usually get through it's many struggles. I guess I need to vent for the sake of grieving. It's pretty weird grieving about the "loss" of regularity in bowel movements, but it's a big loss for me. I still remember the days of "normal" bowel movements, no pain in my gut anywhere, and no worries about what I should or shouldn't eat.
I'm new to this "change", and sometimes I'm just astonished, totally surprised, that I have this same disease I watched my girlfriend suffer with. Each day I wake up, and imagine this whole ordeal was a bad dream - something that will go away once I'm awake. I'm still in this "surreal" state of wondering - maybe even trying to bargain with some unknown "banker", and I have the ability to push the "deal" or "no deal" button, then walk away with my prize
That happens every day. I wake up, and somehow the past five or six months haven't seemed to register in my foggy brain in the morning. Then every single gosh-darn day, my bowels grab me and shake me out of the fog with that familiar pain in the same spot. I realize that it didn't just magically "go away" in the night. I mean this is not logical - every day I wake up thinking this "bad dream" is going to end, that somehow what started five months ago is just going to stop, and life will revert back to a calmer time when this "thing" was actually in remission and I had no symptoms. I question myself - is this all in my head?
This is never going to end, is it? Even if it gets into remission, I have the feeling that if I don't diligently watch over my eating and drinking like a hawk, Crohn's Disease will jump back out it's cage and clobber me any time of any day.
Reality has a way of making things clear to me even when I'm struggling with self-doubt or denial. My primary care physician, the internal medicine doctor who's treated every ailment I've had over the past 20 years - the same doctor who chews me out a new butthole if I'm late to my appointments - He's certain enough about my "disorder" to tell me he thinks it's Inflammatory Bowel Disease. I have to stop and say out loud, no Cleveland Clinic doctor would carelessly throw out IBD unless he was certain, based on my symptoms and clinical records.
Here's what really rattles my cage. Every darn day I go to a bathroom either at home or at work, and what happens when I sit down is usually painful enough to make me flinch and grit my teeth. Every time I sit down on that porcelain throne, I have no idea what's going to happen next. Sometimes I'm just plain afraid - other times I get angry as hell. Just going to the pot knowing it's time to take a poop is stressful as hell anymore. I don't know if I'm going to get excruciating pain that will knock me off my feet into bedrest. I don't know when or where I'll see little swirls of blood. I don't know if it's going to be watery, explosive, or almost normal. Is it going to be orange? Maybe a deep forest green? How about a watery yellow?
Or it could be like today - I go to the bathroom down the hall from my office. I know I have to go, I feel the urge, I get there and sit down. Then nothing happens! Nothing is there in my rectum awaiting to evacuate. No POOP! I have all the feelings, all the nerve sensations that tell me NO DOUBT that I have to take a crap! I get there and where's the damn poop? No, I'm not constipated, that's the last thing in the world that would happen. So I writhe and squeeze and push, almost grunt. And maybe a little half-turd rises from it's slumber, and moves through my bowel - I mean it has to make a journey, it wasn't sitting at the end waiting to jump. That half-turd was doing this just to placate me - letting me know that at least I'm not wasting my time looking stupid with my pants down and nothing is there.
What kind of crazy disease is this? I look down there at the little bitty crumbling, squished out, long-distance traveler "poop that could" (think about "I think I can - I think I can"), and my gut is telling me I still have to take a crap and there truly isn't anything south of sigmoid needing to move anywhere. Does that happen to anyone else? There are other times when it just starts moving out with no warning - it just pokes it's head out before the nerves and sensations register that I need to have a bowel movement.
I hate the uncertainty that follows me every stinking moment of the day - that I have to take my stomach with me wherever I go, as though it's a completely separate person with a mind of it's own, like a little toddler who might throw a temper tantrum for God knows what reason? Dammit, I can't even go to a restaraunt without getting anxious about the crapper. I know there's redeeming value in all things, but for today, Crohn's Disease sucks!
If any of you are in remission, how are you feeling? Is it like the symptoms are no longer there, and you can be slightly confident that you can eat like a normal person? Or is it like you have to babysit the "toddler", hoping he doesn't wake up and start crying at the top of his lungs?
I just don't know what to expect anymore. Will someone please share some "pictures" of your life in remission? I'm a little short on hope these days.
Thanks for letting me share.
I'm new to this "change", and sometimes I'm just astonished, totally surprised, that I have this same disease I watched my girlfriend suffer with. Each day I wake up, and imagine this whole ordeal was a bad dream - something that will go away once I'm awake. I'm still in this "surreal" state of wondering - maybe even trying to bargain with some unknown "banker", and I have the ability to push the "deal" or "no deal" button, then walk away with my prize
That happens every day. I wake up, and somehow the past five or six months haven't seemed to register in my foggy brain in the morning. Then every single gosh-darn day, my bowels grab me and shake me out of the fog with that familiar pain in the same spot. I realize that it didn't just magically "go away" in the night. I mean this is not logical - every day I wake up thinking this "bad dream" is going to end, that somehow what started five months ago is just going to stop, and life will revert back to a calmer time when this "thing" was actually in remission and I had no symptoms. I question myself - is this all in my head?
This is never going to end, is it? Even if it gets into remission, I have the feeling that if I don't diligently watch over my eating and drinking like a hawk, Crohn's Disease will jump back out it's cage and clobber me any time of any day.
Reality has a way of making things clear to me even when I'm struggling with self-doubt or denial. My primary care physician, the internal medicine doctor who's treated every ailment I've had over the past 20 years - the same doctor who chews me out a new butthole if I'm late to my appointments - He's certain enough about my "disorder" to tell me he thinks it's Inflammatory Bowel Disease. I have to stop and say out loud, no Cleveland Clinic doctor would carelessly throw out IBD unless he was certain, based on my symptoms and clinical records.
Here's what really rattles my cage. Every darn day I go to a bathroom either at home or at work, and what happens when I sit down is usually painful enough to make me flinch and grit my teeth. Every time I sit down on that porcelain throne, I have no idea what's going to happen next. Sometimes I'm just plain afraid - other times I get angry as hell. Just going to the pot knowing it's time to take a poop is stressful as hell anymore. I don't know if I'm going to get excruciating pain that will knock me off my feet into bedrest. I don't know when or where I'll see little swirls of blood. I don't know if it's going to be watery, explosive, or almost normal. Is it going to be orange? Maybe a deep forest green? How about a watery yellow?
Or it could be like today - I go to the bathroom down the hall from my office. I know I have to go, I feel the urge, I get there and sit down. Then nothing happens! Nothing is there in my rectum awaiting to evacuate. No POOP! I have all the feelings, all the nerve sensations that tell me NO DOUBT that I have to take a crap! I get there and where's the damn poop? No, I'm not constipated, that's the last thing in the world that would happen. So I writhe and squeeze and push, almost grunt. And maybe a little half-turd rises from it's slumber, and moves through my bowel - I mean it has to make a journey, it wasn't sitting at the end waiting to jump. That half-turd was doing this just to placate me - letting me know that at least I'm not wasting my time looking stupid with my pants down and nothing is there.
What kind of crazy disease is this? I look down there at the little bitty crumbling, squished out, long-distance traveler "poop that could" (think about "I think I can - I think I can"), and my gut is telling me I still have to take a crap and there truly isn't anything south of sigmoid needing to move anywhere. Does that happen to anyone else? There are other times when it just starts moving out with no warning - it just pokes it's head out before the nerves and sensations register that I need to have a bowel movement.
I hate the uncertainty that follows me every stinking moment of the day - that I have to take my stomach with me wherever I go, as though it's a completely separate person with a mind of it's own, like a little toddler who might throw a temper tantrum for God knows what reason? Dammit, I can't even go to a restaraunt without getting anxious about the crapper. I know there's redeeming value in all things, but for today, Crohn's Disease sucks!
If any of you are in remission, how are you feeling? Is it like the symptoms are no longer there, and you can be slightly confident that you can eat like a normal person? Or is it like you have to babysit the "toddler", hoping he doesn't wake up and start crying at the top of his lungs?
I just don't know what to expect anymore. Will someone please share some "pictures" of your life in remission? I'm a little short on hope these days.
Thanks for letting me share.