Fatigue & Stfu

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I am exhausted, I feel like I haven’t slept in days. It’s reminiscent of my rambunctious teenage years, where I’d go out drinking cheap beer and staying up all night, but still some how make it to work the next morning and survive.  That’s what it feels like anyway, even though I slept almost 24 hours since Saturday Night.

My eyes burn, my head is woozy, my muscles feel like I just got done running a marathon (add in that my fatass doesn’t run). I’m so tired, so out of it, than when I went to stand up earlier at work, I almost blacked out. (BP dropped too fast) Almost everyone I have seen or talked to today, in and out of work, asked me if I was okay. Apparently I look like death despite my jet black winged eyeliner.

This is the worst my fatigue has been in a decade, since I was first sick with (undiagnosed) Crohn’s Disease. I’m usually a trooper when it comes to toughing it out, coping, and getting through work, but it was enough that I called off work yesterday. It’s just rough. I’m trying to cover everything, you know, up my teas, oils, supplements, and eating, all the way to getting enough sunlight. It’s a task just to get out of bed these past few days, not because of the pain, but because my lack of energy. I can deal with the pain, just not having the energy to sit up in bed is what’s kicking my ass. I’ll either figure it out, or it’ll eventually pass, but… I’m having a hard time.

I don’t particularly like bringing attention to myself at work when I’m sick either. It’s really nice when people ask how I am, but I get really aggravated when it’s followed up with a typical “I know how you feel, I had…” statement. One girl at work really is bad at it, and I’ve been trying for years at this point to not snap at her. This morning it went like this:

Her: “How are you feeling?” Me: Not great.. Her: “Oh, I know how you feel! I’ve been tired lately and this weather has been giving me a headache!!”.

I smile, and go back to work, but in my head I just scream “a booze headache and lack of sleep isn’t the same as being sick for a decade!” The worst is when the other girl at the office says “Well, if you feel that bad, just go home!” I’m sorry, I can’t. If I went home every time I felt like shit, I’d maybe make it to the office once a week, I have to support myself, I don’t have any other choice.

Yes, it’s a bit of a pity party, but I’m tired of it. I’m not going to say anything nasty, but you bet that I’m strangling them in my head when I’m smiling on the outside.

I’m just frustrated.

 

I hope I start feeling more like myself soon.

 

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Infusions and Awareness Week

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Mouse Juice Time

                       Mouse Juice Time

December 1-7th is Crohn’s and Colitis Awareness week.  It’s only fitting, I suppose, that I am in the hospital for a few hours to get my Remicade Infusion.  As you can see from my expression up there, I’m not having a good morning.  I’ve had a headache (no fever so the infusion will go on!) for 3 days, and I can tell it’s infusion time since my Crohns Disease is acting up.  It was a hot rush this morning to get out of the house, between getting the kid ready, and getting myself out of the bathroom, I was damn near in tears.  I barely managed to get the short kid off to school on time and then had to rush back to the house to use the bathroom.

I had already called in my height and weight for my infusion bag to get sent to pharmacy, but pulling into my driveway, I realized I asked them to mix it early.  I had thought my appointment was at 9am, however it was set for 10am.  All the rushing around, and getting anxious being stuck in the bathroom for nothing.  Sitting in traffic I about lost it.  I did lose it after having to stop at a gas station on my way in to use the restroom.

So here I am.  After 3 tries, my infusion nurse realized that my hands/crooks of my arms were not working for IV lines, so I now have a line in my inside forearm.  Whatever works I guess.  He noted that over the past few infusions, it’s harder and harder to get a line (regardless of how much I drink or eat before hand).  At least he’s willing to get creative.  However, being stabbed repeatedly isn’t my cup of tea after a rough morning.  ::Sigh::

I’ve been doing alright lately.  I took myself off of the 6mp a couple of months ago, I had noticed no difference in my symptoms, and the side effects were obnoxious.  Most notably was a loss of appetite (I like my food dammit) and hair-loss.  The hair-loss was one of the bigger reasons why I chopped my shoulder length hair off, that and my innate ability to not to do my hair (also known as lazy-ass syndrome).   I figured screw it.

After I took myself off of 6mp, the frequency of my Crohns symptoms actually decreased, and my hair stopped thinning so rapidly.  Finding out that my disease had spread to another part of my intestines prompted the idea that the Remicade wasn’t working anymore… which led to the super high dose of 6mp.  Welp, here I am.. still kicking on Remicade.  Hanging in the balance to see if it continues to work, or puts the new area in check without the 6mp.  I’ll argue my case later with my GI.  If Remicade ultimately fails, I’m still up for trying that new medication, but whatever.  Take it as it comes.

One of the things that really, really gets to me, is the fatigue.  I am constantly tired, getting off of the 6mp seemed to help that a bit, but I’m still exhausted by mid-day.  Hell, over the holiday weekend, I was exhausted a couple of hours after I woke up.  I think that’s the most frustrating part of it.  Even if I’m virtually symptom free for a couple of days, my joints hurt like a … well you know.. and I’m tired.  I can deal with pain and diets, but being tired for what seems like no reason just pisses me off.

This disease sucks, for a lot of reasons, but it’s tough to deal with because it’s a so-called invisible disease.  I don’t look quite so bad on the outside… hell, when I was at my sickest I kept getting compliments about how great I looked with the weight I had lost.  All other people know is that I’m always tired (some think I’m just too lazy to do things or just want to blow off plans) and that I use the bathroom a bit more.  It’s hard explaining to people that it’s more than a tummy ache… over and over again.

No matter what you explain, or how many times you explain it, the social effects are… depressing.  I’ve had family get upset because I didn’t want to continue at the pumpkin patch (after having an accident).  I’ve had coworkers/bosses not realize that I am serious about going home after using up all of my extra undies and Imodium.  I’ve had friends get mad when I don’t want to go out, or cancel plans because they don’t *see* my sickness, or “come out, you’ll feel better once you get moving”.  The fact that I use up my spoons some days before I even make it into my clothes just pisses people off.  (http://www.butyoudontlooksick.com/articles/written-by-christine/the-spoon-theory/)

It could be worse though, and has been worse.  Most days I’ve been managing to keep a positive outlook, some days though it just sucks.  Over the past handful of years Crohns and UC have gotten a lot more attention than before, and awareness is spreading.  Some days I’m thrilled that people are learning about IBD, some days I could give a fuck less.  Some days, even my online support network can’t even get me out of a funk.  Either way, the best thing to remember is that those of us with IBD are not alone.  It’s okay to feel crappy, it’s okay to say NO when you don’t feel up to something, and it’s okay to feel upset.

Days like today?  Where I used up all my spoons before I put my shoes on?  I’ll make it, you’ll make it, and things will get better.

Hidden

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Having a hidden illness…. it sucks man. No one can see it and a lot of us suffer in silence.  The chronic part takes it to an extreme level.  In 5 more months, I will be going on my 7th year with Crohns Disease.  7 years is a long time, pretty much a couple of months after my diagnosis I felt like I shouldn’t be complaining anymore.  After I started treatment, I started gaining weight and no longer looked the “sick” part.  7 years is a long time to feel sick, long time to complain, so I just shut up.  It becomes tiring to explain over and over again that even though you can’t see what’s wrong, that I do in fact have a horrible disease.  The really shitty part? (Pun intended) This stupid disease will be with me for the rest of my years.

It is hard to voice pain with all of that.  The “you look fine” and the “oh its just a stomach ache” really beats you down after a while.  You just… keep quiet.

I’m really down as of the past few days. A good portion of that is due to my disease.  It’s almost Remicade time, and my symptoms are pretty bad.  On top of pain that makes it hard to walk, my joint pain has spread from my knees and hips to my shoulders.  The fatigue is extreme this time around and eating is again my enemy.  I know that (knock on wood) I will improve a bit after infusion, but it is getting old. 

What can I do?  Call off work?  I’m most definitely sick enough, but if I called off every time I wanted to cry due to pain…. I’d be unemployed.  Do I mope?  I try really hard not too.  Everyone tells me I’m a strong person, and besides, this is my life now.  Do I complain?  7 years is a long time, people get tired of listening to something they can’t understand. 

It’s just difficult sometimes is all..  I am frustrated and depressed.  I’m just tired.