tonsillectomies, adenoidectomies & suppositories! hooray!

first & foremost, drugs.   i wanted to give an update, considering all of the thoughtful emails, voicemails & texts im having a hard time reading. my nightly IBD meds make it hard to focus anyway, but when you add … Continue reading

april showers

its been nearly 5 months since ive wrote. ive started a few, but became quickly tired. honestly, i had good intent to finish.. but the handful of times i actually had time to sit down, i found myself rereading things i didnt feel anymore.

holidays have passed, awareness weeks, as well as seasons & unfortunately, some of our loved ones as well. it was a long winter, but i know good things are in store.

i have had ups & down, but this is the first March in a few years i didnt spend any weeks in the hospital. for this, i am extremely grateful. i DID spend a lot of time at different specialists & unfortunately i will be adding more members to my care team, but i believe this is the right direction. im pretty sure if us patients collected badges for every doctor visit we had, we would need multiple cub/girl scout uniforms to hold the number of badges we collected.

ive been having a rough go with my body adjusting to meds. ive tried acupuncture that has helped with nausea & vomiting, but found that i was spending more time arranging appointments, driving as well as the cost of the appointments.. it helped a lot, but also really, really irritated the neuropathy in my body & i found myself expending way too much energy trying to heal from my appts.

my body is tired & my eyes are misty. i feel weary about where my regimen will go in the future. my infusions are faring my stomach well for now, but i dont feel like i am where “should” be. i find myself recovering from meds my body needs much more than i am healing & finding a happy medium. what would be simple infections to most people have plagued my winter.

im excited for more projects than i can count on one hand. being invited to patient advocacy summits, seminars & being an ambassador for multiple non-profits i truly enjoy working with that make a great difference in the care that patients receive. im humbled to be asked to represent part of the patient community, and being able to share these projects so that this audience is able to participate in makes things worth the sweat! teamwork makes the dream work.

i look forward to writing more. i have been saving pennies purchase a nice computer that i can rely on to share valuable information.

my heart looks forward to so many things: racing, fundraising, being a patient advocate, meeting so many of the friends that have changed my life in amazing ways & traveling. also, shark week.

life is better in color. <3

life is better in color. ❤

being active while flaring

throughout the past 9 months, ive used my energy sparingly.  ive had ups & down and through the times ive spent in between trying to heal, there have been many moments of acceptance, and sometimes of denial.. cycling the stages of healing.

the past few weeks ive done a damn good job of putting my smile on (sincerely meaning it). ive learned over the past year how reliant people have become on my advocacy…. texts, calls, email beeps in the middle of the night from scared patients, some people need emergency advice & some that just really need to hear that they will get through the night without their pain killing them. let me be clear: i in NO way, shape or form would change this.5-17-14 414though i dont have an ostomy, ive been able to help other with them with other aspects of how their IBD affects them. if there is a patient/friend who needs help & i cannot answer, i find out the information for them, or connect them to the right person.  i am the type of person that will not rest until ive thought of a solution where i am able to bring at least 2 good options back to them instead of just the problem.  im solution-oriented; and when i cant answer…. i research until my brain is fried. there are times that it is SO clear to me God gave me this life because i AM strong enough to live it, but i am also encouraging enough to make others feel that one day they will also feel the same way.64917faabd5fe5a7059db2f1b0f2057aim exhausted being there for people while trying to keep control over my physical, mental & social life…. but i chose this life of advocacy because no one needs to feel alone living miserable for an extended period of time. when the stress builds, ive become good at recognizing that & knowing when i need a backdrop of crickets.

my kind of night.

living with chronic illness, there are two choices to have: be a victim or .. in real life terms… life lessons with chronic illness are comparable to being a colander in how you would drain water from noodles, fat or the rest of something that doesnt belong. when you go through struggles that give you opportunity, use your colander to dump out the excess stress and keep in the bowl the things youd like to learn from that experience.. things that will help you overcomes obstacles in the future.
20131216-204808.jpgthe figurative mask i wear at work, while im out with friends & in public.. i dont do it necessarily on purpose to deceive people.  you may very well not know that i spent the entire morning puking out what i ate before, in the bathroom before i went out for the night (NOT getting read) or walking as straight as i can when my hip hurts..

this week i pretended not to have a disease (you do this a lot, as often as you can) but there are days when this works better than others. this week was no different than any other, but i tried, overwhelmingly.  though i had a very bad weekend last, i was determined to make it a good one this week, slowly but surely.

aint no party like a neb party

lately, my hands feel like theyve been crushed multiple times in a large vice. ive been trying just about every suggestion to keep them comfortable, but i wont know more until my appt with my rheum this week, where we’ll be upping the methotrexate again. its hard to hold pens, they stiffen or cramp at the worst time using them at work & its impossible to do my hair.. you dont know what pain is until youve braided a long pony tail over and over and over. im not ashamed to admit i cried every time i tried. 37456688236b5eba0e236fadc5bed694in the past 6 months, ive had other people even do my hair because it is so frustrating & painful.  i think mom is starting to get it when i have the hand flars.. not that she ever didnt, but she like most people assumed towards the beginning that the warm water and soap would be good therapy.. this week i even let her braid it (getting me to sit through a hair brushing or braiding my hair when i was little was like trying to baptize a cat…. things havent changed much).photo6my pain scale was off the charts in my hands & left hip this week, but i moved about my business anyway.

played piano for a 1/2 hour every day. frustrating to re-learn something you havent touched in over 12 years but i promised myself i would do it. not only does this increase blood flow to my fingers, but its the best workout for my thumbs right now, which are the most affected. (shout out to Pat & all my amazing family to help make that happen…… even though there is a creepy lady that comes on & tells me “come play” when i forget to turn it off.

meow-zart.

went to the driving range with some girls from work & lasted about 45 minutes before i totally lost my grip. the 3 of us wanted to do the 9 hole course the range had behind it, so i happily went along for the walk. i put on a few miles that day so i didnt feel too bad, since im still a few weeks out from running.. the lack of activity is really getting to me & leaves a lot of time to overthink things. (august cant come soon enough).

photo7this weekend i went kayaking down the Wolf & had a blast. by the end of our trip i couldnt walk nor nearly hold by paddle, but it was a BLAST. when you hang around people without the issues you have to worry about, it feels so great to forget about it & just live. im thankful for friends that see beyond my disability & are willing to ask me if id like to go along anyway, even if ive declined their offers 50 times previously.

only tipped er once!

being active with any kind of autoimmune disease or chronic disease can be hard.  i never know when im going to need to use the bathroom next, so i plan my running routes around where i know permanent restrooms are or where the port-o-potties are. during the summer i lived here, i knew exactly where each pit stop was from my house to lambeau field & back. the ONLY time ive ever had a problem was the day they took all the ports out of the parking lots & was left running to the nearest gas station.
true_porta_potty wear your roadID, use your roadID app or an identification bracelet when youre in public & happen to find yourself sick. i hate having to wear it, but my medical alert bracelet goes with me no matter how far from home im running – it may save my life one day. when i run, using the roadID app, it will notify my emergency contact if ive stopped and have no activity for a certain number of minutes.

do your stretches, properly any time you are moving about. foam rollers might be your worst enemy, but they will soon be your friend once you find your rhythm. low resistance exercise may be the only form youre able to do while you flair.  meditate, do yoga… keep your mind moving & your joints too. “motion it lotion!”

indexmy rheum told me to try massage therapy….. while i wish my first one would NOT have been after a day kayaking several miles, any other day it would have felt amazing. this appt was scheduled months & months ago and couldnt cancel it, so i went anyway.  DO NOT DO THIS.

whatever is it youre doing being active, bring water on your water pack, 3 miles or 13.1 miles; biking, running, or doing yoga. im amazed how many strangers have stopped when i take a pit stop & dont look too good.. seeing kindness in strangers is amazing during runs.

also, high five passerby’s. always high five.high five

Remission

im not sure what Remission means. its not something im honestly all too familiar with. the last time i was in clinical Remission, was before i was diagnosed with crohns disease or ulcerative colitis. Image

i capitalize Remission for a number of reasons, but the main reason being i see it as a state, a royal majestic state. if you read much of my writing, im sure youre annoyed by my constant writing habit of writing in all under case, with very few exceptions.

as much as i hate to admit it, there is no way around “if”. “if i knew what being in Remission meant.. “if i had enough energy to finish my day as strong as i started it”.. i think every single day, i find myself finishing my “if” quandaries differently. “if” is one word i one delete from the language of chronic illness. its so limiting, so restricting.

many days, Remission to me, means reminding myself of the things im not able to do. and. this. sucks. who wants to be reminded constantly of the things they are unable to do, and even worse, condemn themselves from doing these actions? im my own worst critic. its an awful feeling having to doubt or deny yourself things you deserve to be happy in life.

my daydreams of Remission are vivid.. soft puffy clouds, cats riding unicorns, sparkly ice cream cones floating in the air, mountains of cheese flowing like lava into the streets, dancing orchestras on Fat Tuesday, huskies saying “i love you”, playing dizzybats with old coworkers and havings drinks at the bar winning dart tournaments at Wolskis….. living freely without hesitation.

Remission to me means being able to wake up in the morning and jump out of bed & having the ability of walking out the door with no medications. instead, i pick up my heavy sack off the floor before i leave, knowing i will need at least 3 of the 8 bottles of medication in it before noon.

Remission means no puking, or spending 60% of my days in pain. Remission means food. Remission means being able to be in public and not be disgusted by the smell of other peoples that i cant eat. Remission means no lung issues, chronic rotten infections, days spent hurdled up in bed, or nights spent crying on the bathroom floor. Remission means allowing myself grumpy days that are completely unrelated to my health – & really happy days celebrating my ability to breathe freely. Remission is a sigh a relief. Remission is family, friends & never cancelling plans. Remission is Hope, a Future. Remission is smiles. Remission means normal.