Alright, dear readers of the page, sorry for not writing sooner. I have been seriously under the weather lately. My Crohn’s disease has been in full effect recently. Yesterday, and last night, I feared that I was going to have to make a trip to the ER. I’m so glad I didn’t have to, as I’ve recently heard horror stories about Crohnies going to the ER with extreme pain and suffering, and not getting any pain meds or relief, other than Tylenol. Honestly, this scares me. My last trip to the ER ended up with surgery and an extended stay in the ICU.
The pain yesterday was insane. Egg did some Google-Fu and came up with a possible solution. Apparently, while in a flare, Crohnies can lust after sunflower seeds. My desire for these tasty treats outweighed my common sense. I had sunflower seeds with the shells on. Those mother fucking shells ripped my insides up. Yet, I continued to eat them. I guess the salt was pushing me on. Anyway, shelled sunflower seeds are supposed to be good for me, as it has good fatty oils and such. I really don’t know anything about that. I do know that I was craving them hardcore, like I’ve craved pickles in the past. We are going to get the shelled version, and I am going to go to town.
Work is going well. I’m a little nervous though, as there is a policy in place that we only get 6 minutes to use the bathroom throughout the day. This is not including two ten minute breaks and a thirty minute lunch. Now, that may sound like a lot of time to you all, dear readers, but to a Crohnie that may not be nearly enough time. Unfortunately, it is a whole process of filling out forms and clocking out and confirming with the supervisor. All I know is I won’t have time for that shit; when I have to go, I have to go right then. Can’t wait.
I have a colonoscopy on Jan 9. It still hasn’t been approved by work, and I will have to make a decision as to whether to keep it and risk losing my job, or cancelling it and risk losing some more of my intestines. I think, with the way I have been feeling recently, I will keep it. I REALLY don’t want to have another surgery. Shit, I need to get my orchi next year, and I will probably waffle on that, too. We’ll see.
Okay y’all, my gardener just arrived. Time for me to pull some weeds. I’ll write more later. Enjoy!