the truth about chronic illness
So there I was. This angry, angry girl who decided that if she didn’t fit in, she may as well be completely outside the box. My hair was black, my close were black, my music was loud and heavy. The most disturbing part about all of this was at 16, I understood what I was ...
While watching a Shane Dawson mini-documentary series I realised that I’ve never talked about my past. It’s like my story starts in 2010 when I was diagnosed. Obviously I didn’t pop out of the womb at the age of 28, choc full of angst. I was born in 1982, in an unremarkable hospital in Adelaide, South Australia. ...
Wracked with nerves I prepared for my small bowel resection to hopefully curb my out of control Crohn’s Disease.
After a lifetime of fighting and three years of medication that at times could be worse than Crohn’s itself, I decided that surgery was my only recourse.
So, the big question - why was I so upset yesterday that my post didn't make sense? I would put some of that down to the funny fever I was running - but some of it is really pent up anger - directed towards a lot of people and things. Put that together with the fever ...
As the post name suggests - yesterday I started my third year as a diagnosed Crohn's patient. How do I feel? Alright - get ready.... I feel shit. Yes, honestly, really shit. But not so much because of the Crohn's thing. You see, right after my review last Thursday, I picked up a case of the flu ...
Just when you walk into a review thinking you know what your doctor is going to say.... I think it's one of the things I hate the most about this disease - how unpredictable it is, well that, and how fast things change. Let me take you back one year.... I was told I was mostly ...
I woke up last night from a nightmare in a cold sweat. In my nightmare I had either forgot to take my medication, or I had taken the wrong medication. Only someone who has continuing health problems has nightmares like that... I swear. I am meant to be back at work today (just my design job) ...
Its 11 days since we arrived back in Australia. 11 very long, hard days. I expect people to read this critically – again who could possibly want to live somewhere other than “the lucky county”? Monday the 29th of August was my first day back at work… I tried to be positive. I got up and ...
When do you know better than your specialist? Your specialist that has been to University for practically his entire adult life? The correct answer is never. That makes me feel just a little bit extra guilty about what I have been doing lately. Back in April, I had the review which resulted in me being taken off ...
