WEDNESDAY:
At first, it wasn’t so bad, at first, it was actually okay. The liquid fleet phosho-sodadrink wasn’t AS BAD as everyone implied it would be. Maybe it’s because I was forewarned, about the nastiness of it all, I went ahead and drank the whole glass down like a chilled shot of vodka (thank you mad alcoholic skills, one of the few times that disease has paid off) followed immediately with cheeks full of Listerine mouth wash to prevent any after taste from sticking around.
The way people who have undergone a colonoscopy and drank that very drink, made it sound, to me, as if I needed to drink it in the bathroom, because of its fast acting nature, I would be close to necessary facilities. But, it wasn’t until 2 hours later, when it “kicked in.â€
Fortunately, that wasn’t even that bad, except for the urgency of it all. There weren’t any of the dreaded cramps, and, it was pretty painless for the first time in MONTHS to go to the bathroom. But, from 545pm to 745pm my entire GI tract was evacuated. At 745pm I took the second Zelnorm, and then, at 8pm I took the 4 laxatives prescribed.
That’s when the cruel and unusual punishment began. There was NOTHING inside of me to expel, therefore, I suffered hours of cramps and urges with no substance that needed removal, nothing even came out, after the 4 laxatives, there was NOTHING TO COME OUT, in fact, it was rather in-humane. Maybe a “regular patient†whom had been eating for 9 days, and NOT only drinking chicken broth for 9 days in a row, needs that extra final boost, or kick in the ass (bad pun) but seriously in my case, I think the laxatives weren’t necessary at all, and an exception could have / should have been made.
But, I promised, so I did, follow doctor’s orders to a T. I didn’t sleep much last night, I was so uncomfortable. I was so glad my appt was until 1pm the next day, so after getting JCH off to school this morning, I was given the opportunity sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep, until 1030am (THAT was NICE).
THURSDAY:
Woke up, showered, dressed, few phone calls and out the door, cyborg daddy drove me to and from my procedure and made me laugh the whole way to the doctors office with his anecdotes, or, constantly changing the subject to insurance.
Cyborg ? Dad?
When I arrived at the surgi-canter, I had to tell my symptoms saga 2 more times to 2 more people. I was gowned, bedded, IV-ed, and hooked up to anesthesia within minuets. I have no idea what they did (thank god!) but, some results are in, and some results are not so clear yet.
The doctor wants to do one or two more tests, to complete the diagnoses.
(IS this is ANOTHER TEST I have to endure
that may now “RULE OUT CROHN’S?)
I, personally, am NOT SURE IF I HAVE CROHNS, (after reading a million pages) I THINK MAYBE I HAVE I.B.S.?? (similar to Crohn’s, but not as severe). NO, I am not a professional, nor do I hold any degree for anything, but, I am more unclear than ever.
I asked a bunch of different questions that went unanswered today, and when the doctor did talk to me, I was coming out of anesthesia, so I did not understand, hear or retain any of that information.
He prescribed heartburn medication, and anti-anxiety medication? but I already TAKE an anti-anxiety medication Xanax, so why would he prescribe another one? One that I am supposed to take 3x’s a day?? Can I even take Xanax with this other stuff he just prescribed? I can handle the heartburn, but I can’t handle the gas pains that wont release, and cause excruciating PAIN? Where is medication for THAT?
I am so confused, now more than ever. I need something that STOPS the gas pains and inflammation inside my intestines? Why am I getting anti-anxiety medications?
anti-anxiety meds? wtf? is that for?
I am calling the doctor first thing in the morning. And, I may want another doctor?
Did he jump the gun with Crohn’s? Do I really have that? Is it something else? AND, NO ! HE DID NOT PREFORM THE CELIAC TEST! which I asked for? I am not! happy! with the service.attention. lack of answers.
I want to know:
WHAT I HAVE?
WHAT IS MY DIAGNOISES?
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO TAKE?
WHY DID HE PRESCRIBE THESE MEDICATIONS?
WHY AM I IN SO MUCH PAIN WHEN I EAT?
WHAT CAN I EAT?
WHEN I AM IN PAIN FROM EATING WHAT DO I TAKE TO MAKE THE PAIN GO AWAY???
Why did he say I have CROHNS? And then say I have IBS? Do I have both? One or the other? What is the PROGNOSIS? Is there a diet? Why anti-anxiety? Why not anti-gas medication?WTF! I HAVE NO ANSWERS… I am more lost and confused than before!
The ONLY good news is I ATE FOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!! I’ll suffer whatever consequences I have to. or, none at all hopefully.
Well its 10pm, I have work tomorrow and laundry to fold before bed, fuck! What the hell?
ok before you go listening to anyone…
CALL MOMMY. DOES SHE KNOW ALL THIS? WHY HAVENT YOU CALLED HER…SHE IS THE BEST ONE FOR ADVICE. ESPECIALLY WHEN ITS THIS SEROUS. DONT PANIC.
BE HAPPY YOU ARE ALIVE AND YOU HAVE JUSTIN.
WE ARE GOING TO MAKE SURE YOU GET THROUGH THIS.
I KNOW YOU ARE GOING TO BE O.K.
I AM GOING TO PRAY FOR YOU REALLY HARD THAT YOU WONT HAVE TO SUFFER.
ITS ALL I CAN DO.
CALLED MOMMY
SHE SAID ” I DONT KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU CALL DR IN AM”
GEE… THANKS?
You remind me of the 17th century diarist, Samuel Pepys. See below history….
Samuel Pepys
From Wikipedia,
Samuel Pepys, FRS (23 February 1633 – 26 May 1703) was an English naval administrator and Member of Parliament, famous chiefly for his comprehensive diary. Although Pepys had no maritime experience, he rose by hard work and his talent for administration to be the Chief Secretary to the Admiralty under King James II. He was one of the first to apply methodical research and careful record keeping to the business of government, and his influence was important in the early development of the British Civil Service.
The detailed private diary that he kept during 1660–1669 was published after his death and is one of the most important primary sources for the English Restoration period. It provides a fascinating combination of personal revelation and eyewitness accounts of great events, such as the Great Plague of London, the Second Dutch War and the Great Fire of London.
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