1999: To mum’s at 5.30. After 20 minutes I got up, took my nappy off and got back into bed! We got up at 6.30 and I don’t know what’s got into mum, but she cooked us a fry up! I’ve been a very good boy today and haven’t had a nappy on at all, although I did do a poo in my pants! That was Edon’s report anyway. When mum collected me, things changed. When we got home the car seat was soaked. Oops! Mum wasn’t happy. I played in the garden and had a go on my swing – learning to push and pull – it seemed like hard work to me, it’s far easier just to get someone to push you. When I got off my wellies squelched – more wee – oh dear! Mum cooked a lovely stir-fry for tea with wriggly worms (noodles). I pretended to be a bird and ate the lot – even finishing off some of mum’s.
2019: Crohn’s is poo and I’ve decided to try and write a daily Instagram blog – Chronically_livingcd. Just thinking of my bio. Possibly something like this:
For years I was diagnosed with IBS and Monday morning tummy when mum had the control to take me to the docs. It wasn’t until November 2016, at the age of 19, that mum booked me a doctors appointment and told me I was going. She actually frog marched me there following days of diarrhoea and vomiting and the pungent smell that told her something was seriously wrong. The GP was amazing. She listened to my embarrassed talking about delicate matters and immediately knew it was IBD or Crohn’s. I did my poo test and markers were off the scale. By the time I was diagnosed the inflammation and ulceration was so severe that no amount of steroids or immunos could get it under control. But I did nearly die of sepsis – 3 days before Christmas. Luckily mum came home from work and knew (I didn’t mind her going into bossy nurse mode at that point – in fact I was too delirious to even know). So ensued 7 months of being unable to work, plans to travel to Australia cancelled, several hospital admissions and eventually a hemicolectomy in July 2018. Things had improved and I was able to do more but I ulcerated after just two months and struggling again now but considering the injections….
From IBS to Crohn’s, from immunosuppressants to sepsis, from ulceration to surgery, from more ulceration to injections. What a journey. Know the signs, get early diagnosis and treatment and look after yourself
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