The Body Revolts.
I have to think for a minute when people ask how old I am. I honestly still think of my mom as being mid-30's forever so for me being 30-anything sounds endlessly way too adult/old in general. Unfortunately, or fortunately, it just is true. 31. Only gets worse from here I gather. I've been complaining for quite some time at varied lengths and intances that everything I eat makes me feel sick. Well I was right. It does.
Somewhere around Thanksgiving I managed to tick off my body from some combination or eating and binge drinking and it had a revolt. I ended up in the hospital for 5 days. 5 DAYS. I've never been admitted to the hospital with anything aside from giving birth that one time, so this was all new for me. It felt a little like giving birth without all the end results. Turns out when I complained my intestines were swollen they actually were. They had to stick a tube down my throat while I was awake. I dont' recommend this to anyone. I did not eat or drink from 730AM Thursday til the following Monday afternoon. I'm still pretty impressed by that, despire the IV's keeping you alive, it is mind boggling they can do that. I thought about asking for a diet version just to take a few off since I wasn't eating anyways.
To my relief they at least think they know what my problem is. Crohn's disease. I can deal with that. Yes it sucks I'm on a diet of chicken soup, crackers and jello for a month over the Happy Holiday season of Christmas cookies and crap, but I have lost weight already and the drugs really keep me from being hungry much anyways. Leave it to me to have a major illness to take a few off. "Mono was like the best diet ever." Anyone? What movie is that from?
Aside from the slightly odd feeling my new drugs keep me in, I have a wierd metallic taste in my mouth all the time. It could be a number of things, it makes for some wierd breath. I'm not really sure what the plan of action is after my colonoscopy on the 6th (feel a little young for such procedures) but I think I may be saying goodbye to more than just coffee. Oddly, I am not really too saddened. I think part of sufferring through a tube down the throat is the gratefullness it gets taken out and you gets lot of time to perspective things, stop whining about all the petty crap in life and just deal with what is most important.
I guess I can be an adult. It was bound to happen sooner or later.