Day Twenty Four – If I Had…

“If I had more than 24 hours in a day..” Just a list: Sleep. Write more. My blog always suffered when I am tired or over worked. Those two things are always inter linked these days. UGH. Work harder for the cause – CCUK Talk more; I regularly don’t have enough time to talk to all the Crohnies I already am friends with.

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Day Twenty Three – What My Doctor Has Taught Me

What’s something your doctors taught you or you taught your doctor? My feelings regarding doctors has come around full circle this last 18 months. When I first started getting sick – for me it was food poisoning and the stomach flu – I was fobbed off with my symptoms being nothing more than just being dehydrated. Little did my GP know that I was falling to my first real Crohn’s flare up. The elbow swellings – commonly called erythema nodosum in rare presentations of Crohn’s disease – were missed by Orthopedic consultants as Cellulitis. My trust in a doctor by September…

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Day Twenty Two – Change

Write about change I’ve been pretty happy in my Crohnie skin for a while now. But those rough days that’s I’ve been doing battle with lately, have shifted my perspective back to lusting after my pre-crohnie lifestyle. I am mostly grateful for the food poisoning that triggered my Crohns disease. Mostly. I still think about those days when I could go out and party all night long, eat without hesitation, not know about medications, surgeries, bowels, diets, symptoms, causes, hospitals. It was a different me. Crohns changed me. And it was instantaneous and gradual. It’s been difficult. And its been…

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Day Twenty One – GOFBJ – Favourite Blogs

GOFBJ – Favourite Blogs Bob is Dysautonmia and her Facebook page – Living With Bob thehurtblogger.com bloodpooptears.com butyoudontlooksick.com Wendy Lee Sara Ringer WegoHealth

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Day Twenty – “A Health Moment I Regret…”

“A health moment I regret..” I sat on my hospital bed on a Saturday morning early in September last year. I was eagerly awaiting the end of rounds so I could be discharged. I was finally eating and felt much better. The new round of medication I was put on was doing something, I could feel it. I was, though, thoroughly frustrated. I had hardly slept in a week and I was uncomfortable in the ward. I was craving my bedroom and private bathroom. I was looking forward to washing my hair and taking a bath. I sat cross legged…

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