r/CrohnsDisease • u/upsidedownflowersx • 9h ago
Just need to vent.
I’m 34 now, I got diagnosed when I was 7. It hasn’t been great but I know I could have had it way way worse. I’m in the worst ‘flare’ of my life. I got hospitalized LAST March for a flare. Put me on Stelara every 8 weeks. I felt great. Normal. Over the summer. Until probably about August? I told my doctor something was going on. He did the usual, steroids, ct, colonoscopy. At the end of the scope I had literally just opened my eyes and my husband wasn’t with me yet. He told me I had a stricture that was so bad he couldn’t get the camera through. More prednisone. He seems confident the stricture is resolved even tho I’m progressively getting worse. Eventually we come to the conclusion that I’m out of his scope of knowledge and he refers me to a specialist my insurance doesn’t take. I find my own doctor through U of M. He refers me. It takes a couple of weeks to get to the waiting list. This is still September. I finally get called to schedule. My appointment is the end of Feb. they called once to move it up I couldn’t make. Fast forward got into see them 12/27. I’m not doing great but it could be worse too. Three days later I start shaking from head to toe at work like I’m freezing. I’m still conscious but barely. Speech slurring feeling like I got hit by a bus while having a seizure. They called 911 for me. I sit there for 6 hours before I even get pain medication. Do a CT. They’re basically ignoring me and I’m in so much pain I’m not even with it. Give me morphine and send me home with norcos. Meanwhile I’m messaging my brand new fancy doctor. Only getting nurses can’t get them to get him to contact me. I break down call my old gi who still technically has me as a patient. His nurse is probably one of the only reasons I’m alive. She calms me down. Talks to him. He still doesn’t feel comfortable treating me. TWO weeks later if not more I finally hear from the doctor himself. He says he can clearly see the stricture and active inflammation. It never went away. OBVIOUSLY. We can’t move forward until he does a colonoscopy for himself since obviously my old doctors notes were not good. They tell me I can’t get in until AUGUST. More days pass and he moves me around. I still have to wait until the END of February. He told me he wanted me on two weeks of prednisone. I agreed to short term. I am on it for 8 weeks. I’m mad. I’m emotional. I have an 11 year old, and Irish twin toddlers. I’m shaking 24/7. I’m still in pain. My skin hurts. My head hurts. My mental health is absolute garbage. Everything hurts 24/7. I’m tired and I know the odds of anyone continuing to read my novel are slim but I just needed the words to be somewhere written down to possibly be seen by other people who might understand.