Hi Everyone,
My name is Melissa I am 19, coming up on my 20th birthday pretty soon. I was dx'd with Crohn's almost 7 years ago when I was 13, and then fibromyalgia when I was 15, and have been living a rollercoaster of a life ever since. It was at times difficult to get through school and part time jobs with my health being so unpredictable and often times so unforgiving. However, it all seems like a walk in the park compared to how I have been feeling since October. To make a long story short, in October it was decided that I needed to have 10 inches of my small intestine removed after in-hospital IV prednisone treatments proved unresponsive. I don't know what I was thinking, but I somehow believed that surgery was going to be the cure-all for my pain and discomfort and that everything would be so great. I could not have been more wrong. After surgery, I spent the recommended 6 days in the hospital recovering, I was in pain, and feeling pretty weak, but I was told it was all par for the course, and things weren't unbareable, so I went along with it. Two days after returning home I found myself bed ridden. I was in so much excruciating pain and discomfort that I actually had to spend 30 minutes crawling to and from the bathroom, only when I really HAD to go. It was terrible and I couldn't eat, the only solace I had was the 2 hours of sleep at a time I would get from taking oxycodone for the pain. I called the doctors office the next day and was told that it was probably me being sick from the oxycodone, and to try laying off of it and try to eat a little something (since I hadn't been eating or drinking anything). So I did, I had about 5 crackers before it all came back up, I was miserable beyond imagining. I realize now that I'm drawing this story out in much detail so I will try and shorten it up. It ended up I had a wound infection. The nurse from surgery had to rip open the bottom of my incision to allow for drainage (very painful). So for the next month and a half i had an in home nurse every day come to my house and "pack the wound". All the while I had only dropped two of my college classes for the semester and was still attending 3 of them. It was a very hard time for me but I made it.
Anyhow, since the surgery I have not experienced any pain and/or nausea free days. I've been back in to the ER where inflammation was found and I am now on Flagyl and 6mp. I am about to start the spring semester at college, and I am depressed, distressed, and discouraged. After that long rant I would like to know if there are some people out here around my age who are trying to cope with college, internships, and part time jobs while barely feeling as though they can get out of bed in the morning. I'm sure there are some of you out there, but right now I am feeling very alone. If anyone could give me a shout that would be so great, as nobody around me at home understands any of what I am feeling.
Thanks so much,
Melissa