So I've not been updating this blog nearly as much as I should - and I keep saying I'm going to update more and then never do... but this time I really am going to try and kick it off the ground.Â
This blog is supposed to be all about my story with my illness(es) and a place for people to come for advice or whatever. So I'm really going to try and make this a kind of "journal" of my story.Â
I saw a Gastroenterologist  3 weeks ago... Who is pretty sure I have Crohn's Disease because my Calprotectin levels are fucking phenominal. Normal is 50, mine came back at a whopping 4515, he almost fell off his chair when he saw those results. He sent me for an MRI - and then is going to do a colonoscopy and endoscopy - under general aneasthetic because he doesn't think I'd be able to tolerate it under sedation.Â
I had the MRI on Thursday (I had to leave the house at 7am after about 2 hours sleep, and take a 3 and a half hour bus ride to the hospital - although one of my friends came with me, and another friend met me there), and it was honestly one of the worst experiences of my life. I've had them before, but without the dye, and before I was always put in the machine feet first, so it wasn't so bad... So I wasn't really that worried about it. I was worried about drinking the dye though. Some people seem to be able to force themself to drink gross things... but I really can't. I have a bad gag reflex, and I was warned that the dye might be Anaseed flavour, which is one of my least favourite things ever. However, the drinking of the dye turned out to be the easiest part of the whole experience. They gave me a choice of flavours, blackcurrant, orange or lemon.. I went for orange, and it just tasted like orange squash - it was actually quite pleasant. Although it was hard to drink a whole litre in such a small space of time - I almost threw it all up.Â
So then I got changed, and got stabbed in the arm several times. I don't have a problem with needles, but I have a massive phobia of the crooks of elbows... I hate anything going anywhere near there, and I can't even watch blood being taken or injections being given in the arm on telly. It freaks me out... So I asked him to go for my hand, but he said he'd rather try my arm first. I also have AWFUL veins. They usually have to use peadiatric needles for me, but the MRI department didn't have any. My veins kept rolling, but he kept stabbing away anyway, it was really really painful... Then he tried my hand, nothing, then he tried the other arm and finally got a vein. My arms are still briused and battered.Â
By this time I was incredibly bloated and uncomfortable... He took me into the scanner, had me lay down and then put this heavy thing right ontop of my distended belly, and slid me into the machine, head first, so I had a bit of unexpected cluastrophobia... So I just kept my eyes close and listened to the CD I'd brought with me (I took the soundtrack to Desolaiton of Smaug)... I couldn't relax though, I was really tense. I rememberd the MRI machine being noisy, but not nearly as bad as that... so all in all it was actually pretty scary.Â
So afterwards, my friends and I did some some shopping before we got on my bus home. I overdid it, and the walking about was not fun. Neither was the bus journey - every little bump we went over REALLY hurt. I was warned that the dye, and this is a direct quote, "might have a slight laxative effect, but you'll be okay by the evening". UNDERSTATMENT OF THE CENTURY. My body reacted horribly to it. I was a bit bad, and was more liberal with my painkillers than I should be, but I'm sure none of you can blame me. They didn't really help though. When we got off the bus, we all went to play DnD. Fortunally my DnD group, we're all really good friends, I play lying on the couch - and they all look after me really well, getting me hot water bottles and such, so that was nice, and so was the distraction. I must have gone to the toilet about 30 times though, and the pain was just... wow, I've never felt anything like it in my whole life... my belly was also incredibly swollen, and everyone was really worried about me. I'd bought new pyjamas - that's my custom after a hospital appointment, it's my cheer up strategy, so I played DnD in my pyjamas... but when it came time to come home, my friend and fellow spoonie Hannah had to help me get changed. It was awful. I was so embarassed and everyone was so worried. So I went home and cried for a while.Â
I was a bit better yesterday - and today I'm worse than yesterday but not as bad as Thursday... so I'm thinking I might ring my GP on Monday.Â
The Gastroenterologst who referred me for the MRI, told me not to wait for the results, and to phone his secretary once I'd had the scan so he could go and look at the pictures... and I did that, so hopefully it won't be too long before I hear about the next step.Â