Let’s start off with a funny pug picture because the rest of this post isn’t going to be funny at all.
Clearly, Murphy is comfortable.
Ok, so it’s time for me to fess up about what’s been going on with me lately. I’ve actually sort of been dreading writing this post because I didn’t want to admit that I’m sick again. Yep, that’s right. The colitis is back. FML.
Since my first episode more than seven months ago, I haven’t had a single GI issue, and I’ve felt perfectly healthy. I thought what happened over the summer was a one-time deal since colitis can be caused by a variety of illnesses and infections, and my doctor said he didn’t know whether it would come back or not. Of course, I hoped and prayed it would never return, but after a few weeks on wonky digestive issues, I’m now involved in a full on colitis flare, and it’s not fun.
Initially, I ignored the warning signs. I mean, there was no way it was happening again. Not to me! It was a fluke the first time. But, as soon as things progressed to scary (read: bloody), I called my doctor. We tried to nip it in the bud with a low-dose of steroids, which, at first, made me feel quite a bit better, so I thought I conquered a potential flare and continued on with my typical lifestyle, which included drinking beer and iced coffee, running 8 miles, and busting out Burpees. But, I’m pretty sure these things didn’t help my situation since I woke on Saturday morning feeling like death. My symptoms went from bearable to full-on flare. Somehow, I managed to make it through a run and brunch with friends, but as soon as I got home, I spent the rest of the day and evening trying not to die hunched over the toilet. Same with yesterday. And today. It sucks. A lot.
I’m honestly not even sure what to think about this whole thing. For once in my life, I was being totally optimistic about what happened to me this summer, and I really didn’t think it would come back. Now, colitis is something I probably have to deal with for the rest of my life. I know there’s worse things that can happen, but I’m pissed. I thought I was doing everything right with regard to my health, and now this bullshit happens. Why me? I’m healthy! I’m sorry to be such a downer. I’m just trying to wrap my brain around it.
Thankfully, my doctor’s nurse worked her magic to get me on his schedule for tomorrow morning, so, hopefully, we can deal with this flare quickly, and it’s over and done with as soon as possible. I hate feeling so helpless with regard to my health. I just want to be healthy and get on with my life.
A blog friend of mine said coconut water has been helpful for her digestive issues, so I drank a Vita Coco mid-morning. I figured it couldn’t hurt, and I was really thirsty. It tasted so good going down.
Today’s lunch was eaten in two parts: chicken with rice and roasted broccoli.
And a smoothie made with banana, blueberries, coconut milk, ground flaxseed meal and ice.
Blah. Sorry for such a bummer post. I promise to be more cheerful tomorrow. I think once I meet with my doctor and get some more answers, I’ll feel better about things.