Diagnosed, in of all places, Florida. On Pentasa, but still as unhappy.
So my story starts back when I was 21, and started to see blood where should not be any. No matter since there was no pain. Flash forward 2 years, and I have what I now believe to be my first flare up after working in the real world for a year. Not THAT stressful, but I guess just enough!
At the time, I made the diagnosis of uc to the er doctor, but since I finally had my first solid bm in 4 weeks, it was immediately ruled out, and I paid my $1000 bill on my Discover Card (mad Cashback bonus!).
As time went on, my non-painful symptoms got more frequent and more severe, but it was decided to be 'roids, and since my kidneys weren't falling out I figured it wasn't that important.
Finally, I moved to sunny Florida. Got a job as top-dog of my own operation. Within 30 days, boom! From there, it got worse and worse, a bout of antibiotics from a regaled Florida dr that made it worse, severe exhaustion, a colonoscopy, and finally Pentasa.
The story continues... Still painful and bloated, exhausted, and with a diagnosis of a life-long illness - cheerier than ever!
So my story starts back when I was 21, and started to see blood where should not be any. No matter since there was no pain. Flash forward 2 years, and I have what I now believe to be my first flare up after working in the real world for a year. Not THAT stressful, but I guess just enough!
At the time, I made the diagnosis of uc to the er doctor, but since I finally had my first solid bm in 4 weeks, it was immediately ruled out, and I paid my $1000 bill on my Discover Card (mad Cashback bonus!).
As time went on, my non-painful symptoms got more frequent and more severe, but it was decided to be 'roids, and since my kidneys weren't falling out I figured it wasn't that important.
Finally, I moved to sunny Florida. Got a job as top-dog of my own operation. Within 30 days, boom! From there, it got worse and worse, a bout of antibiotics from a regaled Florida dr that made it worse, severe exhaustion, a colonoscopy, and finally Pentasa.
The story continues... Still painful and bloated, exhausted, and with a diagnosis of a life-long illness - cheerier than ever!