I've been around the forum a little while now so I've always been aware of how much worse some of you have it than me - going 30 times a day, lots of blood, all that... wasn't me.
It's been almost a year since my diagnosis and I've never been in a full remission since, but I don't know if I'd call it a flare - I thought of it more like UC limbo. Better than before I was on meds, but not "better", cured.
Well the last couple weeks I've been getting worse. I just broke the cardinal rule of my personal UC - that I never have two bad days in a row. (I always thought it was because I was good and "cleaned out" from the day before and/or Immodium putting things on hold.) Also the rule where I thought as long as my goal was in sight, I'd always be able to make it those few more seconds/steps. Now that I'm having more liquid d, there's been some.. leaking.
Honestly I'm kind of scared... if I didn't have the perspective of seeing how much worse it can get I'd be terrified. If I had to answer what I'm scared of though, I'm not sure exactly... How does someone know when it's time to go to the hospital? I always figure it's pointless to go when I already know what's wrong. ("You have UC.") I have no worries of losing my job over this, but I still have to keep up my responsibilities at the same time. I have no problem with losing my colon, but I want to do it when I'm ready (in a few years, after having kids.)
I'm at work right now, everyone else is gone so I can run to the bathroom as often and as long as I want with no self-consciousness (not that that stops me when people are here.) Also I like working later because it's easier to get things done when the office is empty, but right now I feel so weak and exhausted that I just want to curl up on the floor and cry.
I'm taking Friday and Monday off so I have some time to de-stress since work has been very obviously been taking a toll on my health - but that just means all the more I need to get done in the meantime. I'm debating taking work home tonight but I think that'd let me too easily give into the temptation to just pass out.
I start Remicade the Saturday after Thanksgiving so there's potential hope in sight but it's a month away. I thought it was no big deal since I've been living with this for so long, but I didn't anticipate the getting *worse*. I actually started wondering if I should be on prednisone again - which I said I'd have to be dying before I take again - so that shows how I feel. Not wanting to gain weight and all the other side effects are meaningless when I don't feel like I can function.
Also the day *before* Thanksgiving I'm supposed to go to a concert. I need to ask my husband when I get home if he's already bought tickets and if I can get mine at the door in case I can't go, we don't waste money. I feel so bad, even though I shouldn't, like it's my fault. That I just need to "try harder" to make it through one day for his sake (and mine, I really want to go to the concert too!)
(Also, yes I'm on rectal meds.
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