The first time

I was going through my old Tumblr to find my go-to chocolate cake recipe, and stumbled upon this… my first ever IBD-related blog post, I suspect. 25 May 2011. I thought I’d post it here for posterity. Those were the days… incredible pain on the daily, uncontrollable urgency, no painkillers, incapable of properly attending lectures. But also, relatively simple meds with less impact on my total system. No surgery, no steroids, no biologics. Not even my full-blown diagnosis yet. Anyway, without further ado, here’s 20-year-old Briar’s words about IBD:   Last December, after various fun filled tests, I was diagnosed … Continue reading The first time

this whereabouts

I am drowning in implications and connections. I had my first specialist appointment in months. He didn’t suggest prednisone, so thank gods for that. But I am back on potent-as-hell medication. New stuff (for me, not for the pharmaceutical world) so perhaps it will work better. And a scope on the cards next week, after which I will almost certainly be going on Humira, as long as I fulfil all of the necessary criteria. Humira, by the by, is the brand name for adalimumab, a TNF (tumour necrosis factor – mmm, tasty) ¬†inhibiting drug that is used in the treatment … Continue reading this whereabouts

how to be the sassiest girl in gastro

always have an interesting pair of socks sticking out from your hospital gown. scope went well enough, results were as expected – thank GOD – if the camera had showed that things were looking great, then i would have flipped out a bit, as i don’t want to be told ‘nah, we ain’t taking that out, it’s FINE’. so now i’m going to be off to chat to surgeons next friday, and hopefully we’ll have a bit more solid info by then. hurrah! Continue reading how to be the sassiest girl in gastro

close encounters of the bowel kind

Good morning, my pretties! Time for a brief intestinal update, because that’s what’s on my mind now. I’m on the final stretch before a colonoscopy today – down to no food, no fluids, absolutely nil by mouth (although I did brush my teeth – REBEL). I took a long luxurious shower to try to avoid total bodily dehydration… my veins are bad at the worst of times, and ¬† it’s pretty grim when the nurses have to give up on you and pass you on to the busy doctors to stab you properly. This is, for those interested, my third … Continue reading close encounters of the bowel kind