The Second Bolol
15-07-2005, 22:49
Bloody hell...
Okay, this is Bolol speaking. You may know me. Roughly a week and a half ago, I was hospitalized for three separate internal blockages related to my Crohns Disease. Needless to say it was crap. No real food...extreme boredom...constantly hooked up to something. I come back, and I find my account gone...
(sigh)
I'm not bumming for my 1000+ posts lost...I don't live in the past. So, I am simply reincarnated. Meh...could be worse. Either way, I was looking forward to venting when I returned. Nothing's stopping me it seems...so if you would allow me to regail you.
I was diagnosed with Ulcerative Colitis roughly 4 years ago, which is a chronic inflamation of the large intestines. I suspect that this was caused by a rough 7th grade year, bad teachers and rough projects. I lived with Colitis for two years when I started having pains while serving as a Counsilor in Training at camp. My doctor was "befuddled" to say the least, me being on all the right medications. So, we agreed that I would spend a few days in the hospital taking steriod infusions that would hopefully knock things out.
Oh...right...yeah...
It worked "beautifully". And I was released after four days. I went home, the doctors seeing an excellent recovery...WRONG. I noticed just 24 hours later that things weren't right. I had pains in my legs, arms and back, severe headaches, nausea, fatigue and dizzyness. My mother thought I was simply being "dramatic". But just in case, we called in and we drove back to Children's Hospital in Boston...
That's when I passed out in an elevator...
Upon stabilizing me, they found that my hematacrit had dropped from 41 (excellent) to 14 (damn near dying). I was bleeding out from the inside. I was in intensive care for a day as they pumped me full of O-Positive. They ran every test imaginable. They did two lower colonostomies, one upper, a CT scan, an X-Ray, they even had me swallow a miniature camera. The last one worked. Apparently, these bitches had misdiagnosed me for the past two years. They found a bleeding ulcer the size of a walnut in my small intestine.
Upon re-diagnosing me with Crohns of the Upper and Lower Intestines, they once again pumped me full of steriods for the next two weeks. I was driven to near madness for several reasons.
-lack of privacy
-boredom
-restlessness
-anger
The worst however were the treatments themselves. The steriod I took is called solumidrol, a highly concentrated injection that wreaks havok on your system and prednizone an oral drug that is almost as extreme. The biggest side effects are that it retains salt, causing you to gain weight exponentially (50+ pounds in 4 weeks), and gives you a voracious appetite. The problem with the latter is that for those two weeks, I was on a liquid diet. I was starving but couldn't do anything about it.
I was on the oral steriods for over nine months after my release. And whenever I got off them, my body simply reverted back to my "sick state" and went back on them. I am now almost dependent upon them.
Nevertheless things seemed fine until a week and a half ago, when I experienced severe abdominal pains early in the morning. To be on the safe side, we traveled up to Boston, where they wanted to take a CT scan.
Once again they showed no compassion really...I needed to swallow a fluid that would "highlight" my digestive system so they could find problems. At this point unfortunately I was experiencing severe pain and nausea, and my body knew it couldn't take anything without just spewing it back up...so they shoved a tube down my nose and into my stomach...
Yeah that worked...I still threw up...
When the X-Rays and CT Photos returned, they discovered not one, not two, but THREE separate blockages in my intestines, on in the upper, one in the lower, and one where the two meet.
I was on steriods for roughly 5 days. I was feeling better so they released me...Once again, I am convinced that someone upstairs doesn't like me...
No more than three hours after returning, I experienced the same pains and nausea. After throwing up, we once again returned to Boston, the entire time my mom chewing me out for "being impatient" and "not speaking up when I was in pain at the hospital".
Yeah bullshit, she has no idea what it's like to be hooked up to four different IVs and told you can't eat or even leave your room.
I had to put up with their patronizing crap again for another week. During this time I went through five different roommates, who had no idea how much I wished they would've just STFU'd.
One who spoke absolutely no English, one little punk who seemed like he needed ritalin, one shmuck who was too cheerful to be in the hospital and wouldn't leave me alone, one kid who swallowed a pen cap (I didn't need to think about THAT at the time), and one more whos ENTIRE family snored.
Call me callous...but I was most certainly NOT in a "sympathetic" mood.
So here I am...returned...once again on oral steriods. I am constantly hungry. Just yesterday I ate five meals.
But...I have things to look forward to. I've been give several weeks off from my job at the grocery store. My birthday is less than two weeks away, and...well...having an increased appetite WITHOUT restrictions can be interesting. Hell just last night I was watching a show on exotic foods on National Geographic...I found EVERYTHING appetizing...even the bugs!
I learned long ago it's best to get things off your chest and then live life as best you can. As I type I'm feeling better about things. Now...I will spend time rebuilding my account to its former glory.
Now...on to more lighthearted issues. Did I miss anything? Also, as I said, my birthday is coming up...and I'm rather restless. I need a new video game. Any suggestions for PS2 or Gamecube?
Thanks for listening and be blessed! :fluffle:
W00t! :D
Okay, this is Bolol speaking. You may know me. Roughly a week and a half ago, I was hospitalized for three separate internal blockages related to my Crohns Disease. Needless to say it was crap. No real food...extreme boredom...constantly hooked up to something. I come back, and I find my account gone...
(sigh)
I'm not bumming for my 1000+ posts lost...I don't live in the past. So, I am simply reincarnated. Meh...could be worse. Either way, I was looking forward to venting when I returned. Nothing's stopping me it seems...so if you would allow me to regail you.
I was diagnosed with Ulcerative Colitis roughly 4 years ago, which is a chronic inflamation of the large intestines. I suspect that this was caused by a rough 7th grade year, bad teachers and rough projects. I lived with Colitis for two years when I started having pains while serving as a Counsilor in Training at camp. My doctor was "befuddled" to say the least, me being on all the right medications. So, we agreed that I would spend a few days in the hospital taking steriod infusions that would hopefully knock things out.
Oh...right...yeah...
It worked "beautifully". And I was released after four days. I went home, the doctors seeing an excellent recovery...WRONG. I noticed just 24 hours later that things weren't right. I had pains in my legs, arms and back, severe headaches, nausea, fatigue and dizzyness. My mother thought I was simply being "dramatic". But just in case, we called in and we drove back to Children's Hospital in Boston...
That's when I passed out in an elevator...
Upon stabilizing me, they found that my hematacrit had dropped from 41 (excellent) to 14 (damn near dying). I was bleeding out from the inside. I was in intensive care for a day as they pumped me full of O-Positive. They ran every test imaginable. They did two lower colonostomies, one upper, a CT scan, an X-Ray, they even had me swallow a miniature camera. The last one worked. Apparently, these bitches had misdiagnosed me for the past two years. They found a bleeding ulcer the size of a walnut in my small intestine.
Upon re-diagnosing me with Crohns of the Upper and Lower Intestines, they once again pumped me full of steriods for the next two weeks. I was driven to near madness for several reasons.
-lack of privacy
-boredom
-restlessness
-anger
The worst however were the treatments themselves. The steriod I took is called solumidrol, a highly concentrated injection that wreaks havok on your system and prednizone an oral drug that is almost as extreme. The biggest side effects are that it retains salt, causing you to gain weight exponentially (50+ pounds in 4 weeks), and gives you a voracious appetite. The problem with the latter is that for those two weeks, I was on a liquid diet. I was starving but couldn't do anything about it.
I was on the oral steriods for over nine months after my release. And whenever I got off them, my body simply reverted back to my "sick state" and went back on them. I am now almost dependent upon them.
Nevertheless things seemed fine until a week and a half ago, when I experienced severe abdominal pains early in the morning. To be on the safe side, we traveled up to Boston, where they wanted to take a CT scan.
Once again they showed no compassion really...I needed to swallow a fluid that would "highlight" my digestive system so they could find problems. At this point unfortunately I was experiencing severe pain and nausea, and my body knew it couldn't take anything without just spewing it back up...so they shoved a tube down my nose and into my stomach...
Yeah that worked...I still threw up...
When the X-Rays and CT Photos returned, they discovered not one, not two, but THREE separate blockages in my intestines, on in the upper, one in the lower, and one where the two meet.
I was on steriods for roughly 5 days. I was feeling better so they released me...Once again, I am convinced that someone upstairs doesn't like me...
No more than three hours after returning, I experienced the same pains and nausea. After throwing up, we once again returned to Boston, the entire time my mom chewing me out for "being impatient" and "not speaking up when I was in pain at the hospital".
Yeah bullshit, she has no idea what it's like to be hooked up to four different IVs and told you can't eat or even leave your room.
I had to put up with their patronizing crap again for another week. During this time I went through five different roommates, who had no idea how much I wished they would've just STFU'd.
One who spoke absolutely no English, one little punk who seemed like he needed ritalin, one shmuck who was too cheerful to be in the hospital and wouldn't leave me alone, one kid who swallowed a pen cap (I didn't need to think about THAT at the time), and one more whos ENTIRE family snored.
Call me callous...but I was most certainly NOT in a "sympathetic" mood.
So here I am...returned...once again on oral steriods. I am constantly hungry. Just yesterday I ate five meals.
But...I have things to look forward to. I've been give several weeks off from my job at the grocery store. My birthday is less than two weeks away, and...well...having an increased appetite WITHOUT restrictions can be interesting. Hell just last night I was watching a show on exotic foods on National Geographic...I found EVERYTHING appetizing...even the bugs!
I learned long ago it's best to get things off your chest and then live life as best you can. As I type I'm feeling better about things. Now...I will spend time rebuilding my account to its former glory.
Now...on to more lighthearted issues. Did I miss anything? Also, as I said, my birthday is coming up...and I'm rather restless. I need a new video game. Any suggestions for PS2 or Gamecube?
Thanks for listening and be blessed! :fluffle:
W00t! :D