Sickness and Death

I've had Crohn's disease for 40+ years.
When I first got it, I asked for it to go away.
With meds and careful eating habits, it did go away, for a short time.
Then, I denied having it. I went back to my old ways of eating 'real people' food.
I really didn't have the mental toughness to stick with the regiment required to keep this disease in check.
I was only 16! I had already had it for two years. I thought nothing of getting sick, then being "good", then back and forth until...
The bottom fell out.
I was admitted to the hospital.
Bad pains, bloated gut, nausea and fever. My first experience of not being in control of my own life, my own destiny.
I wasn't even in control of my bowels!!
So, the treatment for Crohn's disease is:
I.V. Fluids, high doses of steroids, antibiotics, NO FOOD, NO DRINK, NOTHING BY MOUTH. and of course, the best thing, pain meds.
So, I spent two weeks in a torturous hospital room with three other patients.
One older gent was crapping green and yellow. He didn't last long.
I don't know what the other guy had, but the brought him out a few days later.
The guy right next to me.. a blue collar , ordinary man, couldn't understand why he had to lay down..... AND pee!
He had a bad back and was in traction. Hence the always laying down order.
Since he couldn't pee lying down.. they put in a catheter.
A truly enlightening experience for a 16 yr old.
wonderful screams, horrible implements, and a confused ordinary man being tortured for his own good.
That is quite enough about Me, Crohn's and the hospital.... for now.
next blog.. soon, very soon.