Doo Doo

It's a childish title inspired by this app's creator. It is also what I have been dealing with an excess of these past 48 hours.

I've literally only taken water on board, as any and all food is exiting faster than it is being consumed. I've had pain so bad that I've been taking painkillers, significant blood loss with every expulsion, and the inevitable lack of sleep as I am held captive in the bathroom.

I'm beyond tired, hungry and fed up.

The icing on the cake was receiving a letter advising of my appointment, at the end of the month, with the anaesthetist for my upcoming colonoscopy. I'm hoping it is the lovely lady who trained under the (now retired) woman whose expertise left me waking from what felt like a warm hug. Both are excellent and took my concerns, anxiety, and freak-outs into consideration and made the experience of going under bearable.

I am not looking forward to the prep for this one, as I no longer have a car and, well, the hospital is an hour away during which time 'accidents' are likely to happen.

Meanwhile, I am waiting until such time as my abdomen feels calm enough to accept food, or the urgency stops enough to allow me more than four hours of sleep.

The never-ending joys of having an autoimmune disease like Crohn's.