Monday, May 30, 2011
After I got back to my chair my friend asked me if the needle hurt and nodded at a little boy. I looked at him and said "It was a piece of cake, I didn't feel a thing". That was a lie, she is a stabber, lol. As he was called into the "needle room" I found out that today was the third time that he and his parents had come for him to get his vaccinations. He had freaked out so badly the first two times that his Mom put on the brakes and stopped him from getting his shots. I had a real problem with that. The first time that they went, and with the Mother telling the nurse to stop because he was losing his mind in fear and not going through with, the Mom made it sound like it was going to be a bigger and worse deal than it really was No wonder he was ten times more afraid the second time around. Again he was so out of control that he didn't have it done. By today the poor kid was completely terrified because of his Mom's reaction, not because of the needle. I don't have children, but if I was ( I should say when I was) freaking out about having needles and i.v.'s, if my Mom or Dad would have stopped it from happening because of my fears, it would have built up in my mind to the size of a giant and I would have become ten times more afraid than I was in the beginning. They should have just bit the bullet, held him down and stuck him. In the end the nurse gave him a local anesthetic, a NEEDLE, to make sure the NEEDLE didn't hurt. What part of that makes sense? Eventually he came out with a lollipop, sniffling and if looks could kill I would be dead.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
My Mom came into the livingroom to consoled me, and when I told her how angry I was she got up and left. She called me to go into the rec. room off the kitchen and handed me a meat tenderizer. To get the anger, saddness and frustration out she told me to hit the couch cusions with it. I wailed on the couch and beat it until I was exhausted. To this day I sometimes do the same thing, it really works.
My parents were going up to a cottage in Sauble Beach the next day, but I had a doctors appointment, so my sister and her now husband were going to bring me up on the weekend. I saw my doctor, got my B12 and iron shots and went home. The next day my mouth was a little sore, but I didn't really think much of it until the next morning when it was really bothering me and it hurt to swallow. When I looked in the mirror I couldn't believe my eyes! My tongue, gums and the sides of my mouth had a thick white build-up with some BLACK spots! I was freaking out. I called my Gastro and explained to the secretary what was going on, and that I was supposed to be going to the beach in a few hours. She told me to come in on my way out of town so I finished packing and was ready when my sister came to get me.
I knew that my Gastro's secretary had told him what was going on by the smile on his face. He actually laughed at me when he saw it. I told him it wasn't funny and that it hurt and looked worse. He said it was "thrush". Of course my first question was "What is that?" He said it was a yeast infection in my mouth, that was probably caused by a couple of things. Firstly, because Crohn's is an auto-immune system disease my immune system was weakened, secondly because of some of the medications I was on such as antibiotics, and thirdly I was under stress. He said it would go away with another medication and started writing out the script. He told me he was giving me these to suck on, like losenges and not to swallow or chew them. Like I always did, I asked him how they taste. That question made him giggle, then close his eyes. He opened them and with a straight face he said to me "where they are usually used there are no tastes buds" and just stared at me until it sunk in. I was going to have to suck on vaginal suppositories for vaginal yeast infections. I couldn't believe my ears! With a smirk I thanked him and went to get my script filled.
The pharmasist that filled it said she believed that my doctor made a mistake and that she had to call him. I asked "what mistake is that?". She said that he had written it out for me to take these orally and laughed. I told her it wasn't a mistake and opened my mouth to show her. She stopped laughing, apologized and went to fill it. As I was leaving the pharmacy with my bag, I heard laughter. I was happy someone was getting a kick out of it. It would seem they weren't the only ones. My family thought it was pretty funny too. At the cottage everytime my Mom told me it was time for my losenge, someone would laugh. It was kind of funny.
Luckily if you get it nowadays, there is a liquid that you can use to get rid of thrush.
Friday, May 13, 2011
I am totally terrified of needles to this day, and I have had thousands of them. In the hospital I had to hold my Mom, Dad or sister's hand. If they weren't around I would put a stuffed animal over my face to hide and pretend I wasn't the one getting poked. On top of the pain shots I was having blood tests everyday, iron and B12 shots.
Due to the scarring and damage to my intestinal wall, vitamin B12 was not naturally absorbed. To regain normal levels I required shots. I still get one cc every three weeks. Vitamin B12 is very important for our brains and nervous systems, and most people with auto-immune deficiencies require a synthetic version by injection. Again due to malabsorbtion and rectal bleeding iron shots were given. Iron is stored in the bone marrow, liver and spleen and are fundamental to all organ systems. No matter how much B12 or iron-rich foods I eat,, my body does not absorb them.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
My Dad took me to my Doctor's appointment, and as we waited in the waiting room there was a kid that kept staring at me. I was in a bad mood because I was sure he would tell me "two more weeks Tracey, just give it two more weeks" as I had been hearing for months. So as this kid was staring at me, something to which I had yet to get used to, I had one of those moments where the little Angel on my shoulder lost to the little Devil on the other.
At the time I knew it was a horrible thing to do, but I was just so sick of it all. Sick of eating broth, sick of being plugged into the wall, sick of not being able to go ANYWHERE without being stared at like I had three heads and sick of Crohn's Disease. So this poor kid ended up coming face to face with all of my frustrations. I did the unthinkable. As he sat there staring, I pulled my tube in and out of my nose completely grossing him out. He tapped his Mom on the shoulder and told her to look at me. Of course I had stopped by then, and he got in trouble for staring and pointing at me. The minute she looked away, I did it again. And again he tapped on her shoulder, and again he got in trouble. I was just a kid myself at the time and I did feel bad about it and even looked for them when I left the office to apologize, but they were gone.
You would think that Karma being what it is I would have heard the "Two more weeks Tracey" speech again for my bad behaviour, but after being thoroughly checked over my doc smiled at me. He didn't even have to say the words, I knew that damn thing was coming out! It was a much more pleasant experience than when it went in, I can't even explain the sensation of it being removed, all I knew and cared about was that I was going to be able to chew my next meal!
It's funny looking back at that moment, how something as simple as chewing made me so happy. I was given pieces of paper with lists of food I was able to eat, and an even longer list of things NOT to. I couldn't have any seeds or nuts whatsoever. The idea being that the pieces could get stuck in the intestinal wall causing an infection. There were meats, fruits and vegetables to avoid also. I was going to live by that list if it killed me. I was planning to never set foot back in a hospital again. Those lists went up on the fridge the minute I got home, and one was put on my boyfriends parents fridge too.
I was also being weaned off of the prednisone, so my face would eventually go back to normal, I would lose the moon face which would be a really good thing.
I seemed to be under the impression that my life would just go back to normal; that things would be the way they were before. I hadn't read the pamphlets yet.