Oh where to start, seems life is going by faster than I can't keep up with it. I sit down to write a post and get distracted by something else, or I simply don't feel like posting at all. Things have defiantly changed in my life... but there's some good news, I'm not in the hospital, YAY!!! There was however a moment last week where I seriously contemplated going to the ER because I was in SO much pain. Since then I have pretty much re-vamped what I am eating. I can't handle that constant pain. It sucks though because I've grown up on mexican food and pastas and hamburgers. All of which I can't tolerate now.... I should probably back up a bit though...
See October 3 I had the dreaded colonoscopy. I have to say it wasn't so bad, although the prep wasn't fun. My mom said I was pretty hilarious afterwards due to the drugs they gave me. On October 5 I started a medication called Pentasa, for ulcertative colitis (UC). The doctor was fairly certain I had it, but of course the official diagnosis wasn't yet made. That came October 12.
At first I thought the medicine was helping my aches as well as the other stuff but turns out I was wrong. I still hurt everyday. To be quiet honest it's exhausting waking up already wore out because my body stays tense all the time. Only the people around me really know how bad it gets sometimes. The doctors always say I have such a positive attitude when it comes to everything. If they could read my mind they wouldn't think that... Not that I'm some person mad at the world, although I easily could be. It's just that every time I go to a doctor they add another thing to the list of things wrong with me. Enough already, eh?
I had to have my second iron infusion, this one after the nurse telling me the week prior that everything was ok. They contacted my GI doctor and it was decided that I needed another infusion, just in case. (grrrr) Of course the crap load of Benadryl they gave me made me loopy. I hate that stuff. They had a hard time getting the iv in... I wonder why? Maybe because my veins are plum tired of being poked at.
I have also started PT 2 days a week. It only took 4 months to get things straight with my doctor office and get me in for an appointment. I originally went for my neck because it just wasn't easing up from my accident. While they therapist was evaluating me she noticed my right side is way weaker than my left. I've always known this, just learned to live with it. Now it is being taken care of through strength exercises and such. For the most part I don't mind the 30-40 mins of PT, but on days like today when my body didn't want to move it kind of sucks. I never know if I'm going to have an "ok day" or a "bad day" until THAT day. It's been a while (long while) since I had a real good day. I manage though :)
Something else that has changed is who I am surrounding myself with... They say you learn who your real friends are when something happens. Now, I know some of my friends might read this and this isn't about you guys. I text a lot, and those of you who text me back, thank you! I have a pretty awesome best friend, sometimes it sucks that she lives so far away. Brenna, I love you!!! I also have some close friends around that I feel I can actually talk to about random stuff. I greatly appreciate you guys! :) I know it's a lot sometimes, esp when I've had a string of bad days in a row... Thanks
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