Post #90. Suck it, IBD. Still.

I haven't written a blog post since October. I don't really have a very good reason for it. Mostly, I'm sick of myself and my issues and have nothing new to say. I'm in pain daily. In multiple spots. Abdominal. Rectal from fissures and hopefully not more cuffitis. It has been concluded that all my abdominal pain is from adhesions(bands of scar tissue) from being opened up a bazillion times. They can go in and remove them, but guess what?! It creates the risk of MORE adhesions!!! Woooohoooooo. What an awesome catch 22.

So I starting seeing pain management last week. I can't even believe I need to deal with this. I got some injections on Monday. So there's that. Needles jabbed an inch and a half into my incision scars with the hopes that it'll help the widespread pain. I'm doubtful. My pain is not superficial. It's deep. This is not incision pain spreading out. It's a nice effort to start but screw that shit. I hate when I KNOW because it's MY BODY but my lack of a medical degree means I have no idea. So there's that. It's pretty fun.

My surgeon is not one to just cut. I respect him for that. And he specifically won't just go in for adhesions, but he has told me he may break his rule for me. Which is sweet in a weird surgical, chronically ill kinda way. I actually looked at him when he said it and said, "awwww, you would?". Being sick skews how completely whacked something is. Like what normal person would think someone offering to reopen you midline, was sweet? Uhhhh no one. That would sound like torture. But eh, just another day.

I've been having serious self esteem and motivation issues. I'm just sad that this is what is STILL happening. I went back and read some old blogs recently. Especially the ones immediately after my colectomy. I cried. The optimism in those words is long gone. It almost sounds ridiculous. I really thought this would be an easy peasy fix. JPouches are common enough. Colectomies happen all the time. People move on and live life and are active and happy. And then there's me. Still with this bullshit. My colectomy anniversary is 3 years next month. Seriously WTF. I always knew I'd never be normal but I never imagined I'd still be fighting the pain daily for this long. It's not fair.
I barely eat because it's not worth the pain to do so. My days are clouded from meds. I can't get out of bed. If I have a 9am appointment it is nearly impossible for me to make that happen.
I suck. I'm useless. That's how I feel. My entire existence has become completely inconvenient to everyone around me. For me to be "normal" and get dressed and go out and do things requires a level of will power I can't explain in words. And then that outing wipes me out for 2 days. And when I say outing I mean a day I go grocery shopping and lunch. Going to brunch. Hell, I went to the zoo Saturday and it's Wednesday and I'm still wiped out. And a raging sore throat and body aches have started which is letting me know I over did it. BY WALKING AROUND THE ZOO.
My immune system sucks. I've been over this shit for 2 years. Everyday I have a mantra in my head, "Just get through today". Isn't that the most pathetic thing you've ever heard?! Just get through life. Everyday. I don't know what I'm getting through it for because saying that usually means there's something better after you get through it. I don't feel that anymore. I don't feel that "It'll all be worth it" feeling. It sucks.
This is life with IBD. Real life. Not some stupid Crohns and Colitis foundation ad of people looking all healthy and "managing" their IBD. It's such bullshit. I can't manage a shower much less manage a "normal" daily life. THINKING about doing things exhausts me. So when you see me and I'm put together and dressed and my face is on and I'm smiling, just know how much effort I am putting in to not see my pain. When I'm out or on vacation, know how much it took for me to make that happen. Not eating the day before. A lot of meds. Giving up the next few days. It's hard but I've become a pro. I don't want to be but apparently this is what I have to work with. I'm just tired of doing it but I can't exactly quit. It's like being stuck with some soul sucking job you fucking hate and resent having to go to every single day including unpaid overtime and that's just your lot in life. Suck it Ulcerative Colitis. Just suck it.

I haven't written a blog post since October. I don't really have a very good reason for it. Mostly, I'm sick of myself and my issues and have nothing new to say. I'm in pain daily. In multiple spots. Abdominal. Rectal from fissures and hopefully not more cuffitis. It has been concluded that all my abdominal pain is from adhesions(bands of scar tissue) from being opened up a bazillion times. They can go in and remove them, but guess what?! It creates the risk of MORE adhesions!!! Woooohoooooo. What an awesome catch 22.

So I starting seeing pain management last week. I can't even believe I need to deal with this. I got some injections on Monday. So there's that. Needles jabbed an inch and a half into my incision scars with the hopes that it'll help the widespread pain. I'm doubtful. My pain is not superficial. It's deep. This is not incision pain spreading out. It's a nice effort to start but screw that shit. I hate when I KNOW because it's MY BODY but my lack of a medical degree means I have no idea. So there's that. It's pretty fun.

My surgeon is not one to just cut. I respect him for that. And he specifically won't just go in for adhesions, but he has told me he may break his rule for me. Which is sweet in a weird surgical, chronically ill kinda way. I actually looked at him when he said it and said, "awwww, you would?". Being sick skews how completely whacked something is. Like what normal person would think someone offering to reopen you midline, was sweet? Uhhhh no one. That would sound like torture. But eh, just another day.

I've been having serious self esteem and motivation issues. I'm just sad that this is what is STILL happening. I went back and read some old blogs recently. Especially the ones immediately after my colectomy. I cried. The optimism in those words is long gone. It almost sounds ridiculous. I really thought this would be an easy peasy fix. JPouches are common enough. Colectomies happen all the time. People move on and live life and are active and happy. And then there's me. Still with this bullshit. My colectomy anniversary is 3 years next month. Seriously WTF. I always knew I'd never be normal but I never imagined I'd still be fighting the pain daily for this long. It's not fair.
I barely eat because it's not worth the pain to do so. My days are clouded from meds. I can't get out of bed. If I have a 9am appointment it is nearly impossible for me to make that happen.
I suck. I'm useless. That's how I feel. My entire existence has become completely inconvenient to everyone around me. For me to be "normal" and get dressed and go out and do things requires a level of will power I can't explain in words. And then that outing wipes me out for 2 days. And when I say outing I mean a day I go grocery shopping and lunch. Going to brunch. Hell, I went to the zoo Saturday and it's Wednesday and I'm still wiped out. And a raging sore throat and body aches have started which is letting me know I over did it. BY WALKING AROUND THE ZOO.
My immune system sucks. I've been over this shit for 2 years. Everyday I have a mantra in my head, "Just get through today". Isn't that the most pathetic thing you've ever heard?! Just get through life. Everyday. I don't know what I'm getting through it for because saying that usually means there's something better after you get through it. I don't feel that anymore. I don't feel that "It'll all be worth it" feeling. It sucks.
This is life with IBD. Real life. Not some stupid Crohns and Colitis foundation ad of people looking all healthy and "managing" their IBD. It's such bullshit. I can't manage a shower much less manage a "normal" daily life. THINKING about doing things exhausts me. So when you see me and I'm put together and dressed and my face is on and I'm smiling, just know how much effort I am putting in to not see my pain. When I'm out or on vacation, know how much it took for me to make that happen. Not eating the day before. A lot of meds. Giving up the next few days. It's hard but I've become a pro. I don't want to be but apparently this is what I have to work with. I'm just tired of doing it but I can't exactly quit. It's like being stuck with some soul sucking job you fucking hate and resent having to go to every single day including unpaid overtime and that's just your lot in life. Suck it Ulcerative Colitis. Just suck it.

I'm in pain & uncomfortable & bitchy & I'm not sorry.

Hey there--- It's been a bit. I didn't mean to go this long but life has a way of making me feel like I got blasted with a Louisville slugger and then I'm down for the count. That was way too many sports references in one sentence!
So I've been working part time and for the most part it's kicking my ass. I am just so thoroughly exhausted I can barely function on my days off. I feel so guilty because I just want to sit down and not get up. It takes everything in me to get ready... When I work I don't eat much that day so I've lost some weight that I can't afford to lose. So work days I eat maybe one time. I don't drink enough on those days either so I know it's contributing to my dehydration, sluggishness and lightheadedness. It's just not a good combination. It amazes me what that 20-25 hours is doing to me. Not to mention the days I am in so much pain while I'm working. There are nights I don't think I'll make it. Or I need to take care of something while it feels like a hot poker is searing through my insides with my spasms. It's beyond frustrating. Some days I just want to give up and stay in bed because I think, that may be overdoing it at the moment. I don't know. I'm in a horrible catch 22.
Being in chronic pain takes so much out of me. I'm wiped out over the littlest thing. And it's hard to explain it, or make people understand without just sounding like a big lazy wuss. I was supposed to see my surgeon this week  but they rescheduled me once and then I had to reschedule it due to some personal commitments. So still doing the same meds. The antispasmotic drug puts me in a coma so I guess it works???? I don't know because I'm in a coma. So that's out for daytime. 5mg of Flexeril doesn't do much and if I up it to 10mg I'll be stoned out of my mind. Same with the Valium. So not sure what to do next. Some days I can't even think about dealing with this forever. I hate thinking that way because I keep telling myself, "Well, you aren't bleeding to death anymore", but that doesn't take the current pain away. And my canker sores are back. I have 5. That used to be my warning signs for a flare. When I get them now I freak internally. So it's Stress? IBD? I don't know but they Hurt! I don't consider myself to NOT have an IBD anymore although technically my UC was gone when my colon hit the biohazard bin. I still feel as though I am an IBD patient. I always will be. The actual diseased part of my body is gone, but the aftershock of that surgery continues to affect my daily life. I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know how to deal with it some days. I am just so worn out. I had two late nights at work and on my day off today have no energy to enjoy it. What kind of shit is that??? Complete shit, that's what. I don't enjoy cooking anymore because I feel like anything I eat will kill me later, and the effort it takes is more than the energy I have. I am mentally exhausted from the stress my physical limitations cause me. Every night when I go to bed I dread the morning because it comes too soon. My sleep is broken nightly. On the odd night I sleep through the night, it's a drug induced sleep and I still feel like shit the following day.
 I know... I bitch and moan and complain...blah blah. I'm running on empty. Faking being okay takes a lot of work and today I don't feel like pretending. I want to be a crabby bitch who is in pain and discomfort CONSTANTLY and I don't want to apologize for it. I'm sorry that this is inconvenient for some but- oh well. Too bad, so sad.  I won the big IBD lottery which has been a big ole F you for me, so anyone else's inconvenience is the least of my problems. Ugh-- I HATE being this person. Today isn't an anomaly. I just took my mask off. Figuratively and literally. I'm not even putting makeup on today.  Today I want to be a miserable, chronically sick asshole and not be apologetic for it. And that's all I've got. Sorry this was a pisser. Tomorrow may bring me something to feel happier about. Enjoy your health. Don't take it for granted. Take advantage of just being able to do whatever you want. Don't put that run off until tomorrow. Or the day trip or the hike..... One day you may not be able to accomplish it because of something you have no control over and you will wonder why you put it off. Thanks for reading. Enjoy your weekend, everyone. XO

Hey there--- It's been a bit. I didn't mean to go this long but life has a way of making me feel like I got blasted with a Louisville slugger and then I'm down for the count. That was way too many sports references in one sentence!
So I've been working part time and for the most part it's kicking my ass. I am just so thoroughly exhausted I can barely function on my days off. I feel so guilty because I just want to sit down and not get up. It takes everything in me to get ready... When I work I don't eat much that day so I've lost some weight that I can't afford to lose. So work days I eat maybe one time. I don't drink enough on those days either so I know it's contributing to my dehydration, sluggishness and lightheadedness. It's just not a good combination. It amazes me what that 20-25 hours is doing to me. Not to mention the days I am in so much pain while I'm working. There are nights I don't think I'll make it. Or I need to take care of something while it feels like a hot poker is searing through my insides with my spasms. It's beyond frustrating. Some days I just want to give up and stay in bed because I think, that may be overdoing it at the moment. I don't know. I'm in a horrible catch 22.
Being in chronic pain takes so much out of me. I'm wiped out over the littlest thing. And it's hard to explain it, or make people understand without just sounding like a big lazy wuss. I was supposed to see my surgeon this week  but they rescheduled me once and then I had to reschedule it due to some personal commitments. So still doing the same meds. The antispasmotic drug puts me in a coma so I guess it works???? I don't know because I'm in a coma. So that's out for daytime. 5mg of Flexeril doesn't do much and if I up it to 10mg I'll be stoned out of my mind. Same with the Valium. So not sure what to do next. Some days I can't even think about dealing with this forever. I hate thinking that way because I keep telling myself, "Well, you aren't bleeding to death anymore", but that doesn't take the current pain away. And my canker sores are back. I have 5. That used to be my warning signs for a flare. When I get them now I freak internally. So it's Stress? IBD? I don't know but they Hurt! I don't consider myself to NOT have an IBD anymore although technically my UC was gone when my colon hit the biohazard bin. I still feel as though I am an IBD patient. I always will be. The actual diseased part of my body is gone, but the aftershock of that surgery continues to affect my daily life. I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know how to deal with it some days. I am just so worn out. I had two late nights at work and on my day off today have no energy to enjoy it. What kind of shit is that??? Complete shit, that's what. I don't enjoy cooking anymore because I feel like anything I eat will kill me later, and the effort it takes is more than the energy I have. I am mentally exhausted from the stress my physical limitations cause me. Every night when I go to bed I dread the morning because it comes too soon. My sleep is broken nightly. On the odd night I sleep through the night, it's a drug induced sleep and I still feel like shit the following day.
 I know... I bitch and moan and complain...blah blah. I'm running on empty. Faking being okay takes a lot of work and today I don't feel like pretending. I want to be a crabby bitch who is in pain and discomfort CONSTANTLY and I don't want to apologize for it. I'm sorry that this is inconvenient for some but- oh well. Too bad, so sad.  I won the big IBD lottery which has been a big ole F you for me, so anyone else's inconvenience is the least of my problems. Ugh-- I HATE being this person. Today isn't an anomaly. I just took my mask off. Figuratively and literally. I'm not even putting makeup on today.  Today I want to be a miserable, chronically sick asshole and not be apologetic for it. And that's all I've got. Sorry this was a pisser. Tomorrow may bring me something to feel happier about. Enjoy your health. Don't take it for granted. Take advantage of just being able to do whatever you want. Don't put that run off until tomorrow. Or the day trip or the hike..... One day you may not be able to accomplish it because of something you have no control over and you will wonder why you put it off. Thanks for reading. Enjoy your weekend, everyone. XO

Sleep deprivation and the accompanied fun.

I'm exhausted. I've been exhausted since the summer of 2008. Seriously. Between my divorce, my move and work transfer, the custody battle my ex initiated, my illness, hospitalizations, meds and surgery,  I am a walking tired hag.  I don't mean mentally, although that happens from time to time, just physically exhausted. Where the *thought* of showering is overwhelming. I sleep like hell. My insides always seem to decide that starting at 9/10pm to be obnoxious. That carries through off and on until about 430. So that 7am alarm is brutal. Mentally, and emotionally I want to go back to work. I do. I miss it. Then I think about how I feel 90% of the time and wonder how I can pull that off. My prescription is at the WalMart that sits across the street from my neighborhood. I can't even get my act together to get it. So I'm suffering with spasms. Bad. I don't know the last time I slept through the night. I don't even want 8 hours. A solid 5 would be a dream. I've tried Ambien and I fall asleep like a dream. Too bad it's not strong enough to override my guts. It's not fun stumbling in the dark, half asleep on Ambien, trying to get to the bathroom. And trying not to wake Hubs up in the process. Ugh- I could scream. I will waste the day on the couch or in bed, dozing on and off. Today is the perfect example. I felt queasy all night. Finally went into a sleep maybe around 2. Up at 330a. Alarm at 7a to get DD #1 out the door. I was back in bed by 730a. Slept until after 10a. Wow... and I'm still tired. The queasiness remains. I'm sicker than usual today. Feeling lightheaded and seeing spots. Sticking with my saltine diet. It's almost 4p and I have no dinner plan. Nothing is defrosted. Even if it was, I would have no ambition to cook it. Somehow I will get it together. I never really know where it comes from or how I do it. Sometimes I look back on my day and I'm either disgusted or in awe of myself. My classes start in 2 weeks. I'm already wondering how I'll do it. And the wonder, is making me even more exhausted. Happy slumbers everyone. Don't ever take a well rested morning for granted. XO

I'm exhausted. I've been exhausted since the summer of 2008. Seriously. Between my divorce, my move and work transfer, the custody battle my ex initiated, my illness, hospitalizations, meds and surgery,  I am a walking tired hag.  I don't mean mentally, although that happens from time to time, just physically exhausted. Where the *thought* of showering is overwhelming. I sleep like hell. My insides always seem to decide that starting at 9/10pm to be obnoxious. That carries through off and on until about 430. So that 7am alarm is brutal. Mentally, and emotionally I want to go back to work. I do. I miss it. Then I think about how I feel 90% of the time and wonder how I can pull that off. My prescription is at the WalMart that sits across the street from my neighborhood. I can't even get my act together to get it. So I'm suffering with spasms. Bad. I don't know the last time I slept through the night. I don't even want 8 hours. A solid 5 would be a dream. I've tried Ambien and I fall asleep like a dream. Too bad it's not strong enough to override my guts. It's not fun stumbling in the dark, half asleep on Ambien, trying to get to the bathroom. And trying not to wake Hubs up in the process. Ugh- I could scream. I will waste the day on the couch or in bed, dozing on and off. Today is the perfect example. I felt queasy all night. Finally went into a sleep maybe around 2. Up at 330a. Alarm at 7a to get DD #1 out the door. I was back in bed by 730a. Slept until after 10a. Wow... and I'm still tired. The queasiness remains. I'm sicker than usual today. Feeling lightheaded and seeing spots. Sticking with my saltine diet. It's almost 4p and I have no dinner plan. Nothing is defrosted. Even if it was, I would have no ambition to cook it. Somehow I will get it together. I never really know where it comes from or how I do it. Sometimes I look back on my day and I'm either disgusted or in awe of myself. My classes start in 2 weeks. I'm already wondering how I'll do it. And the wonder, is making me even more exhausted. Happy slumbers everyone. Don't ever take a well rested morning for granted. XO