Thoughts of my infertility have taken up A LOT of space in my brain. In the past three and a half years it's consumed my life -- it's taken me to different doctors, had me researching on the internet, had me take out books from the library, my IF even inspired me to start my blog. Not only has IF become an all-consuming factor in my life, it's also helped me forget (and ignore) my other health issues.
Since last Sunday my stomach has been bothering me. I spent all day Sunday in bed because of some spicy potatoes. Then I spent part of the week constipated (sorry, TMI!) and then I was really late for a meeting because my stomach would not calm down enough for me to leave my house, and today I've spent most of my day running to the bathroom. It took me until this morning to actually admit that it was my ulcerative colitis rearing it's ugly head.
I was diagnosed with UC in December 2002. My family doctor thought that I had a bad case of hemorrhoids, but after four months of symptoms she referred me to a specialist. The first few months after my diagnosis I wasn't bothered too much by my disease. Then after meeting Mr. JB my body went into a revolt. I spent most of the first year of our relationship in and out of the bathroom and then in the hospital. I was so sick in May 2003 that I lost 12 pounds in a week and was hospitalized! My gastrointerologist finally found a medication that worked in August 2004 and since then I've been in remission.
I'm really hoping that rest this weekend will help my poor belly. I'm trying not to think of the fun things that we had planned that I'm missing right now. We were supposed to go to a matinee this afternoon, but I'm too afraid to go out. I really hate public bathrooms at the best of times, I really don't want to get stuck in an icky stall with my belly all upset.
I have my annual physical Monday morning so I'll be able to ask my family doctor for advice. I really hope that my symptoms don't get any worse. It's going to be a weekend of crackers, soup and gingerale for me!
My ever-supportive hubby reminded me that things could be a lot worse. Even though I'm missing a movie that I was looking forward to, my favourite NCAA basketball team is playing on TV today. Honestly, what would I do without him?