Cramping my style.

Well after the quiet offered to me over these past few weeks this week was anything but.

The real subject of this weeks post began on the morning of Tuesday. But before I begin let me provide you all with a little context of the situation. About 9 months ago after years of odd happenings with some general body functions. Trust me, the detail behind these functions needing not to be delved in depth. Essentially leading to the positive diagnosis of being diagnosed with a life-long genetic bowel disease known as Crohns. Obviously with such a disease in my system it would have been found that my dietary needs would have to be changed but doctors and specialists alike assured me that due to an early detection of the disease I was in the clear to indulge in whatever foods I fancied... That was until the early hours of Tuesday morning. The past night I had spent in a state of slight discomfort in my stomach, thinking nothing of it as it could have easily have been a number of other factors. I mean I don't exactly eat like how somebody with a diagnosed disease effected by diet should, but I didn't expect to face the coming wrath. Thinking nothing of the dull ache residing from what I assumed was deep within my stomach, I braved the storm and took some basic paracetamols then went to bed. The night was restless, I couldn't lay comfortably yet couldn't feel the need to go to the bathroom...As one usually would in a similar situation. Being the carefree idiot I am and not thinking of the possible serious consequences this light ache could lead to with this disease in tow, I attempted to sleep through the pangs of pain. That was, until the light of morning streamed through my window to welcome me into a constant state of guttural groans and moans caused by a deep-seeded pain in the pits of my stomach. If I were to somehow see within myself I surely would have come across some image of the circles of hell or something similar, as it felt demons were clawing there ways through my intestines and stomach causing a pain that held me in place. Come early Tuesday morning, I rushed off to hospital as I feared the worse may be on its way, the possibility of a torn intestine was nothing I was willing to humour.

The day past excruciatingly slow, with the need of being nil by mouth (Not being allowed to eat or drink via the mouth) dusting off the day with more delight. Due to the public system many of my tests took hours to complete leaving me in a state of pained, listless delirium as I waited in the white confines of the emergency room for results. But nonetheless a verdict had been found by the following day. After a surprisingly good nights sleep in an actual private hospital room, with hourly blood pressure and temperature checks it was found that my intestines had swelled from my disease, and that the medicine I had been taking had been to no prevail. So with that I was left to take a steroid made to make my current medicine, actually work... I mean I would have expected it to in the first place, but so is life.

Now I sit here and write from my room once again, of a week that had been seasoned with new painful experiences and life-saving revelations.

A word from the writer

Josh.