I know it’s insane – who wants to have surgery? I think I do. I am tired. I have spent almost a year of weekends, sometimes multiple weekdays in the house cleaning out. I’m 23… almost 24; I want to be out and about with my boyfriend and friends having a good time. Yes my GP does slow me down but my colon keeps me hostage in my own house. The surgery could be horrible to get over but I am willing to take that risk.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
a life of magnesium citrate
Saturday, March 12, 2011
my stubborn colon...
Whenever I eat the food that is in my stomach it pushed into my intestines so my colon started to spasm which caused the pain and nausea. My colon simply couldn’t handle food anymore. What is making matters worse is only cleaning out once a week; throughout the week food is just packing up. He told me to start cleaning out on Monday, Thursday and Saturday with the magnesium citrate (oh what fun… NOT!) in an attempt to ease the colon spasms. As for eating, I am to keep doing the protein drinks and to nibble. I ate a meal today and oh did I pay.
I ask him what my options were. Who wants to live in pain and not eat be able to eat? We talked about my attempts at physical therapy and how my muscles just never came around. He told me to do the magnesium citrate for two months which physically may do me in (it is sooo tiring). After two months I will go back to see him and he will send me to a surgeon to see about having my colon removed. I would not have to have a colostomy bag!! As of now, I am good with the idea of surgery. I would no longer have to deal with constipation and magnesium citrate. I would deal with diarrhea but I’ve dealt with that for years before my colon stopped functioning.
As for situations, thoughts or advice about surgery, if anyone has had this surgery I would love any insight.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
a night in the emergency room
When we got to the emergency room, I had an idea that there would be some sick people with the flu but oh my goodness there were a lot. I tried to sit somewhere where we had some space. The nurse told me that there was a pretty long wait. A lady sitting in front of us had been there for eight hours with abdominal pain… it wasn’t looking promising for me.(LOL) By the time I was called back we had been beside people with masks on and across from a lady vomiting; I was cringing at times but then after waiting so long – who cares anymore? We were all in the same room; if you’re going to get sick, you’re going to get sick.
I got back there and explained my situation to the er doctor. It’s always a gamble going to the er, you never know who you’re going to get and if they know about GP. I’ve had to educate my doctors before about GP; that’s a very reassuring feeling (NOT!). I got to see two more doctors before the night was over and they all agreed that I was having a flair up. That was a little upsetting. Pasta is a staple in my diet. If that is upsetting my stomach to this extent, I’m in trouble. I got two rounds of Dilaudid for pain and Zofran for the nausea along with some x-rays. When I told the doctor how much Zofran I take a day he looked a little shocked. The Zofran works really well – no side effects; the Dilaudid however is another story. I get a major rush from it and I usually pass out from it or act stoned, there’s really no other word for it. :)
They released me around 4am which was nice. I made it to the parking deck and I got that familiar feeling… nausea mixed with the sensation of vomiting. I dealt with that all the way home. My stomach pain has eased up with the aid of Vicodin. Every time I eat the pain returns. Mashed potatoes should not cause pain. I feel like I’m Jell-o and just generally weak so I haven’t made it back to work. Maybe Friday.
Why does GP have to be so uncooperative?