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 6: Injections in the Arse
(Part 5 HERE)
They let me eat again after a few days (some mush with dumplings; a half-portion of stale apple pie; and 4 cups of cheap-tasting builder’s tea). But I was starting to walk by myself down the corridor; and would often make the effort to visit the shop at the front desk a couple of times a day, picking up supplies of crisps, Lucozade and chocolate bars to compensate for all the crap food.
After about a week, the vomiting returned; and so did the pain. Ended up splitting my stitches 3 times (leaving a big open wound just below my belly button) and I’ve been getting a daily injection in the arse (“the best place for pain”, apparently) usually just before Alan Titchmarsh likes to parade himself on TV.
Now I’m nil by mouth again. Had another scan yesterday cause the pain got worse than normal and I was up all night, wincing.
Something doesn’t feel right.
But the doc keeps saying, “it’s all part of the healing.”