- Joined
- Jun 14, 2011
- Messages
- 9
...The sad truth is, in all honesty, I'm not even angsting about tumbling to the bottom straight into the arms of defeat.
I've been in a flare for three months now and I'm Miserable. At first I thought it was C Diff but those test results came back negative. I don't think my family understood why I was on the verge of tears at that good news. I don't think my thought process was messed up with that, I mean if it were C Diff my doc would give me antibiotics and that's it. So yeah I cried over the fact things couldn't be that simple.
I cried more because I realized the vacation my U.C. had taken finally ended. I'm determined though if nothing else and I aim to will myself back into remission if that's what it takes.
My neighbor down the street has I.B.D. her son also. So I went and talked to her. She understands why I didn't want to contact my GI. I mean what can they do for me that I can't do at home? Plus I am in no way willing to go through the entire ordeal with my doctor only for him to try and sell the idea of steroids. I will never take those again. They'll have to kill me first.
So basically I'm doing exactly what my neighbor does during flares, waiting for it to just pass. Things are starting to settle down finally. It's slow but, I suppose it's better than no progress at all or just constantly getting worse.
I did however make a appointment with a new GI for mid November, it was the earliest they had. The fact of the matter is I haven't had any contact with my current GI in two years. So calling him now would just be awkward. Plus It's time to move on with a GI doctor that treats adults. I comfort myself with the knowledge that I'm seeing the guy my current doc wanted me to transition to. I might as well do this while things aren't going great because I know Ill have no desire to get a new GI doctor when I'm feeling good. It's true, I've been saying I would do this for years and I haven't. Really, I only started thinking about making this move as of late because I feel so crappy. So while it is a day late and dollar short, I figure I might as well have someone at the ready for future problems with my stomach.
Barely anything in my life is stress free right now. Things at home have been terrible. I'm just gonna leave it at that. I finally had enough and am now staying at my aunt's house. Surprise, surprise, my stomach flare isn't nearly as bad as it has been. I think that says something.
I really could cry and I never cry! I can't though because I'm not by myself long enough. I really don't want anyone to see my cry. For some reason I feel that crying makes me weak. I can't explain it any other way. I'm tempted to put on a heart wrenching movie and use it as an excuse if someone asks me why I'm so upset.
I don't know what to do though. At this point I think my focus needs to be on getting better. I'm just so overwhelmed that feeling better doesn't even seem to be a possibility…
I've been in a flare for three months now and I'm Miserable. At first I thought it was C Diff but those test results came back negative. I don't think my family understood why I was on the verge of tears at that good news. I don't think my thought process was messed up with that, I mean if it were C Diff my doc would give me antibiotics and that's it. So yeah I cried over the fact things couldn't be that simple.
I cried more because I realized the vacation my U.C. had taken finally ended. I'm determined though if nothing else and I aim to will myself back into remission if that's what it takes.
My neighbor down the street has I.B.D. her son also. So I went and talked to her. She understands why I didn't want to contact my GI. I mean what can they do for me that I can't do at home? Plus I am in no way willing to go through the entire ordeal with my doctor only for him to try and sell the idea of steroids. I will never take those again. They'll have to kill me first.
So basically I'm doing exactly what my neighbor does during flares, waiting for it to just pass. Things are starting to settle down finally. It's slow but, I suppose it's better than no progress at all or just constantly getting worse.
I did however make a appointment with a new GI for mid November, it was the earliest they had. The fact of the matter is I haven't had any contact with my current GI in two years. So calling him now would just be awkward. Plus It's time to move on with a GI doctor that treats adults. I comfort myself with the knowledge that I'm seeing the guy my current doc wanted me to transition to. I might as well do this while things aren't going great because I know Ill have no desire to get a new GI doctor when I'm feeling good. It's true, I've been saying I would do this for years and I haven't. Really, I only started thinking about making this move as of late because I feel so crappy. So while it is a day late and dollar short, I figure I might as well have someone at the ready for future problems with my stomach.
Barely anything in my life is stress free right now. Things at home have been terrible. I'm just gonna leave it at that. I finally had enough and am now staying at my aunt's house. Surprise, surprise, my stomach flare isn't nearly as bad as it has been. I think that says something.
I really could cry and I never cry! I can't though because I'm not by myself long enough. I really don't want anyone to see my cry. For some reason I feel that crying makes me weak. I can't explain it any other way. I'm tempted to put on a heart wrenching movie and use it as an excuse if someone asks me why I'm so upset.
I don't know what to do though. At this point I think my focus needs to be on getting better. I'm just so overwhelmed that feeling better doesn't even seem to be a possibility…