Pain. Drowning crinkle-cut curled-up flesh in whitest milk. Obligation lifts the cup, pours it in. No foil-wrapped magic tricks want to have anything to do with it; the capsule sinks below the surface before it can ignite. Flickers as a match might, but with the untiring power of the glowing ember. No end in sight. The worst days were better, because hope was still cradled that the broken parts could be cut away and mended, dead branches and grafts. But the poison is in the tree and eventually there will be nothing left but dried parts broken on the forest floor. All … Continue reading curled-up flesh
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
It is May 19th – at least in New Zealand, it is. On this day, the following things have happened throughout history Anne Boleyn was beheaded (1536) Nellie Melba, the soprano and namesake of a delicious dessert, was born (1861) Oscar Wilde was released from prison (1897) Pol Pot, leader of the Khmer Rouge and totalitarian dictator of Cambodia, was born (1925) André René Roussimoff, AKA André the Giant, was born (1946) Marilyn Monroe sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to JFK (1962) Tu’i Malila , the world’s oldest known tortoise died at 188 years old (1965) Jodi Picoult, Queen of Depressive Chick Lit, … Continue reading world IBD day
Hello, fine folks who read these pages! I’ve been doing some tinkering over the last few days, as a result of thinking about what directions I want this blog to go in – but at the same time, how I want to pursue my online presence overall. So… I’ve created a new blog/website explicitly for the health related topics that I’ve blogged about so very much here – IBD and its affiliated psychological issues, like depression and anxiety. It’s (hopefully) going to become a place for more people than just me to share their stories – but to make that … Continue reading NEWS!
Here are some numbers – I’m 23 years old. I’ve been diagnosed with ulcerative colitis for a smidge over two and a half years. I’ve had IBD-type symptoms for 4-5 years. And in 18 days, I’ll be getting a partial colectomy. Yes folks, I’m booked for surgery. September 11th, of all days. I will be heading out to the Manukau Surgery Centre, and I’ll be there for at least 3-4 days. Approximately a third of my large bowel will be removed – though they won’t know for sure until they’re going in, of course – my last scope was in … Continue reading the official countdown begins
…having a colorectal surgeon tell you she does actually wonder whether it could be Crohn’s, not ulcerative colitis, because of the area of involvement in the lower colon. It’s more of a ‘we need to be sure before final surgical decisions are made’ type situation, because my case is evidently a bit peculiar. People heading in for colectomies don’t tend to be left-sided folks, like I am – so it’s unusual territory for the surgeon, apparently. The current plan is to take out most of the diseased section, rather than the whole-colon-except-a-rectal-stump as would be the usual course of action … Continue reading things that are scary…
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!