I was rummaging through some old writings. Came across these short diary-like entries from stints in/out of hospital 6 or 7 years back.
These began at a time when I was pretty vulnerable, with no proper diagnosis of the developing illness I had. Gradually, over the weeks, I became more and more aware of this “CROHN’S DISEASE” and started writing about its day-to-day struggles/speculating a lot about its causes.
To this day, Crohn’s has no known cure, but it is more common than people think.
Just no one ever talks about it.
[Each entry is how it was when I wrote it, except maybe for a few spelling/grammar edits. Don’t use them as a guide; they are merely the experiences of a patient coming to terms with an illness (written mostly on a variety of different meds.)]
> Part 4: While Dr TOOGOOD is Prepping for Emergency Surgery…
(Part 3 HERE)
And now I lie here, mostly numb (I’ll make this a short one). My specialist doctor is called DR TOOGOOD. Funny name, but he’s actually a really nice bloke (and not egotistical in the slightest).
He looked pretty nervous when he first came in, sweating, as he combed backed his hair. Speaking to my Dad at the side of me, I couldn’t tell much of what they were saying.
All I know is, my bowels are all blocked up… and I’ll be going under the knife pretty soon…