When I talk to people, I speak freely. I open my mouth, and words come – thoroughly rehearsed, to a point. Every time I tell my mirror about my life, it’s a slightly different rendition of the same song. This is how it goes.
In high school, I was a swot. I went to a posh school, I was a high achiever, I was a musician. I didn’t even think to be rebellious until my last year, and my rebellion was not of the extreme variety. Most of my free periods were taken up with scholarship classes, but swot that I was (am, at heart) I had far too many, and three sessions overlapped.
So on occasion, I would tell art history I was going to French, French I was going to Spanish, and Spanish I was going to art history, and spend the fifty minutes feeling guilty while scribbling rambling poems in my binder instead. I got a second piercing in one lobe. That was my acting out. Continue reading “The Crohn’s Saga (to date)”
Ew. I don’t even want to think about what something IBD-flavoured would taste like. Yeah, let’s not go there. Instead, let’s go onwards from shitty titles (HA!) and examine the matter at hand. It’s been a while since I made a health related post, so here’s an update. Maybe this radio silence led you to believe that all was well in the Raw Library intestinal tract? Sort of. Not really. I wish. See, as I’ve mentioned before, I’m on an uber-cocktail of meds for my merciless colon’s deathwish. No prednisone anymore, thank god, and I don’t think I can handle … Continue reading We interrupt your regular writing programme for an IBD-flavoured update!
Remission. It’s a word I always see thrown around on IBD forums, along with flare. It wasn’t until the last six months or so that I even heard the word ‘flare’ used by any medical professionals I deal with… mostly because it was a foreign concept to me. The internet seemed to be full of IBDers who experiences ups and downs – and whilst I certainly had days that were worse than others, the fact that post-diagnosis (December 2010) I never had more than a couple of ‘good’ days meant that there just wasn’t any point talking about these supposed swings and … Continue reading the peculiarities of ‘remission’
For quite some time, I’ve been aware that I probably need counseling, or therapy, or whatever you want to call it. As much as I have unhealthy intestines, I also have a brain that doesn’t cooperate at times, and it’s only been in the past year or so that I’ve acknowledged that this is probably a sign of depression or some other issue with my mental health. I count my lucky stars that I have a partner who is there for me on the approximately fortnightly (but it can vary) occasions that I completely break down. Sometimes I can get … Continue reading on mental health