That Familiar Pain & Immediate Fear

Standard

As anyone with a Chronic Illness can attest, when you’re lucky enough to go into remission, the first twinge of pain or hint of symptoms can send you into a straight panic. Once you’ve had a taste of living normally again, it’s hard to face the (often times) inevitable downward spiral into all of the stuff you’d managed to put out of your mind for a while.

I’ve been pretty lucky with my Crohn’s Disease. After surgery some odd years ago, minus some smaller flares here and there, I’ve remained in remission. I am especially thankful for that since I don’t think I couldn’t done with a full blown Crohn’s flare when my heart issues first popped up. Anyway. It’s been really nice. Usually being able to eat what I wanted, live pretty much pain free (from that anyway) and just function like a normal adult. Whatever little flares I had, pretty much vanished when I left my previous job. Less stress and all.

However, these past couple of weeks, I’ve been having some of the old symptoms pop up. Urgency, cramps, joint pain, dehydration headaches, you name it. Two days ago, when I felt the ever familiar waves of stomach pain, my heart sank. That’s when I knew it wasn’t just a “mini-flare” that would go away in a few days.

As I was sitting outside yesterday, my mind was just scrambling for comfort and reassurance. When you’re chronically ill, a support net is a necessity, and a lot of us don’t have much of one to begin with. Once you are lucky enough to go into remission, whatever support net you had managed to cobble together, essentially vanishes. To the rest of the world, you’re healed! It’s over!

Then it comes back.

So I sat there, really feeling the need to talk to someone but unsure of who to reach out to. I was just scared to be honest, I still am. It’s hard to figure out who to chat with about how I’m feeling about being sick again.. when so many people had to deal with me being sick for the better part of a decade? There’s massive guilt and shame involved when someone who is chronically ill needs help or someone to talk to. The longer it goes on, then more we feel like a burden to those we love.

Hell, it’s even hard to write about it. I’ve literally been blogging about my Crohn’s Disease on here for a decade. There’s that voice in my head saying: don’t you think people have read about this enough yet? It’s just difficult. It really is.

I guess I’m just writing to get this off of my chest. This sucks.

 

Advertisements

Fatigue & Stfu

Standard

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.