Flare Up
Heres a little about whats going on in my life right now. Near the end of november 2009; I think the wednesday before Thanksgiving to be exact. I found what appeared to be blood in my stool. Well what else could it be, when it left red traces in the toilet. However I was hoping and wishing that it wasn’t blood, even though deep down I knew exactly what it was. Reluctant to tell my parents, I wanted to wait a few days to see if it cleared up. Soon thanksgiving rolls around, then black friday, and no change. I was having loose bloody stools, (Gross I know) and a lot of them. We just happened to be celebrating Thanksgiving day with the relatives of course, so i had to act “Ok” I didn’t want anybody stressing out from me not feeling well (Mom). Having dealt with Crohn’s for 7 years or so I had become pretty good at being able to mask my pain, or in this case fear and discomfort. I finally summed up the courage to call my mom into my upstairs bathroom late that Friday. I showed her the toilet, and there was that all to familiar look on her face. It wasn’t a good look, and it was the same look I’m sure I had on my face: Worry. Seeing as I always have bad timing, and it happened to be a Friday night, we really had no one to talk to about this problem. At the time I really didn’t want to go to the E.R., so I convinced my mom who had made a few calls to on-call doctors that we should just wait a day or two and go from there. Well the bleeding continued. This wasn’t just a little blood, this was paint the entire toilet red blood. I started to feel a little weaker over the next day. Yet still, trying to be a macho man, I still went out with my friends, and even attended one of their 21st birthday parties that weekend. although i was going out and trying to have fun, I can look back and say i was clearly not doing well at all. I was getting dizzy and light headed every time i stood up. I could barely walk to the mailbox and back without getting winded. I was really in a bad place at the time. Finally Tuesday, Dec 1st 2009 rolls around, and there has been no change in the bleeding except maybe in this case it was getting a little worse. I was sitting next to our brick fireplace, just sitting and trying to warm myself. I had no energy and my head was pounding. Finally my mom stepped in and said that we were going to the emergency room, and my dad agreed. I was so weak and tired that I really couldn’t resist, or even tell them no. At that time I just knew I needed help.
More to come later.
