Full of Shit on the Fourth

Inquiring minds want to know how my bowel movements have been, so I decided to write my Shit Horoscope.  My pooping habits haven't been regular lately. Constipation has been ruling my zone with occasional diarrhea increasing the unpleasant atmosphere in my colon. There are either too many poo vibes or not enough. Advice from others is not likely to be helpful, but fresh perspectives could change my outlook. Being full of shit is essential before the moon will allow waves in the bowl.

In all seriousness, constipation has been an issue for the past month or two. I'm shitting once every three to four days. While diarrhea is a huge relief from the constipation it still sucks! Constipation drags me down and diarrhea wipes me out.  Before the surgery, I pooped three to four times a day. When I go one day without taking a crap, my stomach  starts to feel uncomfortable. Each day of constipation adds to the pressure in my gut. I get the sensation of having to poop, and then I sit on the toilet for hours with no success. The feeling wakes me up in the middle of the night. 

On July 4th, I ran a four mile race with Lynn. I had not pooped in four days and being full of all the shit slowed me down. It wasn't until I arrived at the race that I realized how terrible I felt. My stomach didn't feel well. I had the urge to poop, but I knew I wouldn't be able to so I didn't even try. I walked a lot.  It was hard to run with the uneasy feeling. My average pace was 11 minutes per mile, which was slower than my first race back after surgery. I was definitely disappointed in my performance because my training runs leading up to the race were significantly better. 

I can turn off nearly every thought except my thoughts about the state of my bowels. When will I poop again? When will I stop pooping? What if I shit myself at work? Can you tell I'm constipated right now by looking at my face? If I poop before my run, it will be an amazing run! I am bearing down too hard. I'm going to give myself hemorrhoids. What if I have a blockage?  I sweated more sitting on the toilet trying to push out a tiny dip n' dot turd than I did when I ran the four mile race. I just want a beautiful bowel movement every day. I will be grateful for my good shits even though they don't occur as frequently as I would like.

 

Dirty Thirty Birthday Shenanigans

Last weekend Taylor came into town to celebrate my 30th birthday again! She is the best!! This time around I dare to say I was more fun than last time because I don't have to care for the ileostomy anymore (that thing stressed me out). It was much needed Taylor time! My life is finally getting to a healthy chapter and she is about to start a different chapter in hers. It's awesome to see her dreams becoming a reality! Our friendship finds a way to grow through these different chapters of life and I love that.

Dana and I had a belated birthday celebration with some of the MarathonFest ladies while Taylor was in town. We went to dinner downtown and saw a show at Sak Comedy.  Special shout-out to Lynn for celebrating my birthday again!

Taylor started a vlog! Check it out and subscribe to follow along as she begins a new chapter.

This is the video she made during her visit for my birthday:
https://youtu.be/0v7IrOcP91Y

Birthday Weekend 2018

I don't know where to start. I felt special and loved this weekend even though it didn't go quite as planned. This past Friday, Taylor came to visit and she arrived at the house before I got home. Without getting into the gritty details, my mom said and did some things that were mean and not hospitable to Taylor. It upset Taylor to the point of tears. When Taylor told me she didn't want to stay at my place on Friday night, I didn't blame her. I was so mad in my car on my way home when I found out what happened that I wanted to cry! Taylor did not deserve to be treated that way. My chest still feels heavy from what happened on Friday. While it annoys me to be having these feelings, it is better than being numb at the moment. 

I drafted a whole post on the bad part about it along with insight on my relationship with my mom, but I can't bring myself to share it in its entirety. I always try to keep my grievances to myself, so I'm going to share a little background on the drama that built these walls around me instead of sharing something that may cause a loss of dignity. Somewhere along the way enough proverbial stones were thrown at me for me to become numb to the pain. I don't care (at least that's what I tell myself) because it isn't worth the fight anymore. Don't get me wrong, I'm not innocent in this drama. At some point though, I realized the drama made me someone I didn't want to be and I closed myself off. I flipped an emotional switch. I stopped playing the game. I built these walls around me and I struggle to let anyone in because of it.

Taylor apologized for not being strong. I apologized for my mom. Taylor doesn't have the walls protecting her that I had. She isn't numb to the pain my mom's words can inflict and my mom's words cut her deeply. It devastated me to see the emotional pain my mom caused Taylor. Suddenly, I was no longer numb to my mom's bullshit. This time, my mom's words cut me. Taylor is stronger than she gives herself credit for. After we had time to talk about what had happened, she told me not to give up on my mom.

Big sister to the rescue! Lynn, didn't hesitate to welcome Taylor and I to stay the night at her place. I was a little terrified to be having my first sleep over since getting the ostomy. It helped that I could make myself at home and use the bathrooms whenever I needed to without feeling embarrassed. We snuggled on the couch and watched T.V. Taylor and I had tequila. It was my first time having alcohol since surgery and other than having a burning sensation around my stoma in the middle of the night, it was okay. A huge shout out to Lynn for taking us in!

Lynn had to leave early in the morning. She was awesome and let us sleep in. Taylor and I had a fun day on Saturday spending time together and catching up!  We went to the Winter Park Farmer's Market where I bought Girl Scout cookies. We strolled around Park Avenue. Taylor had her wedding ring cleaned. We ate lunch at he Cheesecake Factory and our waitress recommended a nail salon close by for pedicures. Taylor treated me to a pedicure. They used a cheese grater to remove all of my dead skin. I don't think my feet have ever been this smooth before. After getting our nails done, we went to the Florida Mall to shop for some ostomy friendly shirts I could wear to work. By this time, my pouch was full and it was easy to tell if the shirts I tried on were loose enough to hide the shit in the bag under the shirt. I got two shirts courtesy of Taylor! Thank you for spending time and money on me, Taylor! I love my feet and I love my new shirts!

When we were done at the mall, we went back to my place. We kept to ourselves and didn't interact with anyone else at the house. The tension in the house was a little awkward. Soon enough Lynn arrived for movie and pizza night in my room. We ordered pizza and watched the first and second Miss Congeniality. I enjoyed our relaxing time together.

Sunday, Taylor and I relaxed as I prepped for my colonoscopy. I was on a clear liquid diet all day. Taylor walked with me while I went rollerblading. We took a three hour nap and we watched Wild Hogs on Netflix. We watched part of the Super Bowl with my family. My mom acted as if nothing had happened. It was stressful and weird. I did an enema before we went to bed around 8:30pm.

I woke up at 4:30am on my birthday to do another enema before Taylor took me to my colonoscopy appointment. I'll blog about that later. After my colonoscopy, we stopped at Wawa and Taylor took me back to my place. We made the most of our time together! I can't wait to celebrate my 30th birthday for real when I'm fully recovered from my next surgery.

Recovery in the Hotel

After I was discharged from the hospital, my parents took me to our hotel nearby. The ten minute car ride to the hotel was uncomfortable. Every turn, bump, acceleration and stop was a little painful. I wore a nightgown with sneakers and I had a travel catheter strapped to my leg.  They dropped me off at the side entrance of the hotel. The walk to the elevator and then to our room felt like the longest walk of my life. The nurse did not strap the catheter properly on my leg. Both catheter straps fell off my leg while I was walking. My mom helped me get to the room. I was exhausted when we finally made it to the room. I had been awake all morning waiting to be discharged and I desperately wanted a nap.  My mom switched the travel catheter with one that did not strap to me. Since the catheter had to stay lower than my bladder, we hooked it to a suitcase with wheels. Whenever I got up, my mom rolled the suitcase behind me. My bladder was leashed to the suitcase!  It made it difficult to move around, so I didn't walk near as much as I should have walked.

I was almost fully dependent on my mom and dad while we were in the hotel (Thursday-Tuesday). My dad left to go back home on Saturday (12.09.17). I wasn't strong enough to get up without assistance. The suitcase holding the catheter was too heavy for me to pull. I didn't have enough hands to empty my ostomy pouch into a measuring cup to track my output before dumping it down the toilet. We had to measure it for my follow-up appointments. I couldn't bend over to empty my catheter nor could I bend over to put on socks and shoes. I could empty the JP on my own, but I couldn't hold it and shower at the same time.  My parents didn't make me leave the hotel, which I appreciated. They went out and brought me back food for each meal. They stepped up to take care of me and I'm thankful for that...even if I am a little worried how my mom will try to hold her good deeds over my head in the future. Throughout my hospital stay and hotel stay, I consistently thanked my mom and dad for everything they were doing for me. No matter how frustrated I got with the nurses, hospital, fevers, my delayed discharge, and comments my mom made, I didn't snap at my mom (or anyone except for the nurse that day in the hospital they wouldn't let me eat or drink when I demanded the nurse to bring me some fucking water). I didn't complain to my mom about any of it. Instead, I slept off my frustrations and I know that even annoyed her at times. I did the best I could and I think she did as well!

The hospital beds were adjustable and I didn't lay flat while in the hospital. The flat hotel beds were hard to get comfortable in. I could only lay on my back because it hurt to lay on my sides. I slept my life away as much as I could with my loud roommates (my parents), the construction in the next room, and the maids. The days kind of all blur together. While I was glad to be out of the hospital, it didn't seem like I made much progress while I was in the hotel. Pretty much all I did was sleep, eat, go to the bathroom, and talk on the phone. Almost every time big sister Lynn called, the maids were vacuuming (lol). I managed to avoid visitors at the hotel. I just didn't have the energy for it. I slept a lot, but I never felt rested.

Around 5am on Sunday morning (12.10.17) the urge to urinate woke me up. I woke my mom up and she helped me out of bed. She wheeled my catheter behind me on the suitcase to the bathroom.  I sat on the toilet and peed into the toilet!!! Apparently, I peed around the balloon inside my bladder that was keeping the catheter in place. I freaked out! I messaged my nurse friends to get their input and I called the Cleveland Clinic. At the advice of Cleveland Clinic, I found myself in the ER. My mom was on top of her care giving game because she helped me get ready and get to the ER in a hurry. I was in the ER for two hours. All they did was flush the catheter line. Basically, they injected saline or something into my catheter tube to fill my bladder, which felt absolutely terrible. It really made feel like I had to pee. Somehow the catheter bag started collecting urine again and the feeling to urinate faded, so I guess it worked. The ER nurse gave me additional syringes to flush the line on my own, if needed, and discharged me.  Not even 30 minutes after we got back to the hotel, I had the urge to pee again. I peed in the toilet again. I was determined not to go back to the ER. Flushing the line didn't seem to work, so I wasn't going to use the syringes the ER nurse gave me. I peed around the balloon inside my bladder that kept the catheter in place throughout the day on Sunday. It wasn't pleasant. I told myself that I only had to make it one more day with the catheter, so I suffered through it.

On Monday (12.11.17), I had a follow-up appointment for a CT Cystogram. I was excited when the results came back okay because that meant they could remove the catheter. I knew having the catheter was difficult to tolerate; however, it wasn't until it was removed that realized just how awful it was. The nurse told me that I had 6 hours to pee. Little did she know that I was peeing in the toilet throughout the day the day before.  I peed soon after getting back to the hotel. It was a lot easier to move around without the damn catheter. I was no longer leashed to the suitcase! On Monday night, I changed my ostomy for the first time by myself. It actually went well!

Tuesday (12.12.17) was my last round of follow-up appointments before I could finally go home. I had the JP drain removed. Perhaps the most pain I experienced during this whole adventure was when the nurse cut one of the stitches holding the JP to my skin. It felt like she sliced my skin. I saw stars! The nurse pulled...and pulled...and pulled the tubing out of my body. The tubing inside me was over a foot long! As the nurse put a bandage over the opening she explained that it's normal to be able to see down into the hole in my body where the drain was until it starts to heal. I was instructed not to put anything into the hole (lol). After the I left the JP nurse, I went to see my ostomy nurses. They examined the pouch I changed myself and said I did a great job. Before I knew, one of the nurses had removed my ostomy (she made it look so much easier than when I did it the night before) and the nurse confirmed that my stoma and surrounding skin looked healthy. The ostomy nurses talked, but I zoned out. I don't know what they said. At this point I was ready to go home. They put a new ostomy pouch on me, asked if I had any questions, and then sent me on my way. After two weeks away, I was finally going home!

My mom drove me home. The three and half hour car ride home didn't pass fast enough. I went straight to my bedroom to put down some stuff and take off my shoes. I had a hat on and must have been looking down because I didn't notice the welcome home decorations, cards, and gifts until I went back into my room after going to the bathroom. A huge shout out to everyone that's supported me through this, thank you! Your phone calls, text messages, sweet cards, well wishes and prayers, gifts, flowers, and donations were more than I could have ever asked for. You guys are all amazing!!! You definitely helped make it easier for me to get through this.

Here's the link to the GoFundMe page my best friend set up: https://www.gofundme.com/laurenfightsback My surgery and hospital stay has been billed at over $100,000! I'm still waiting for that amount to be adjusted for my insurance plan discounts and amounts paid by my plan, but the thought of receiving these bills in the mail is intimidating. Any help would mean the world to me!

I hope my family and friends can count on me, too: https://youtu.be/Yc6T9iY9SOU

One Month Away

Bowel resection surgery is one month away from today! It's getting harder and harder to stop thinking about it. I am amazed by the support of everyone around me! They have every angle covered! One of my Team Challenge friends is going to give me some supplies so that I can test run the pouch and wafer before surgery in order to prepare for a possible ostomy. My supervisor, co-workers, and HR department have almost eliminated the stress I had about potentially missing up to eight weeks of work. I couldn't ask for a better team at work! My supervisor is extremely understanding and tells me that my health comes before work. My cube neighbor even sat me down to inquire how I was handling it. She let me know that the people around me at work care and she volunteered to carry the weight of my shit if it gets too heavy or if I need a break from acting like everything is okay(Please don't ruin my performance. It's as much for me as it is for you.). My best friend has my back every step of the way and will be taking off work to be with me in the hospital. My Running Divas are with me through this, too. I've only known most of these ladies for about a year and others less, yet they show their incredible support through genuine acts of friendship. They're encouraging and offer valuable insight. One pledged to take the money we are going to be reimbursing her for for making our running costumes and donate it to Crohn's disease research. They offer comedic relief! They have a caring scale that is off the charts. One has taken it upon herself to be my big sister. My Team Challenge friends from south Florida have already asked if they can visit me in the hospital, and I approved. My mom will be with me the whole time and my dad will be with me most of the time, too.  Two of my sisters will be with me when I return home after surgery and one of my sisters will fly into town three weeks after my surgery. Other friends and family have voiced their support and let me know they are here for me as well!

How did I get lucky enough to have all of these people in my life? I am overwhelmed by everyone's support! I didn't expect it. Yes, I tend to underestimate relationships. I'm not sure I deserve these awesome people in my life because I'm not sure I'd be that great of a friend if I was in their shoes. I don't like being held accountable for others' expectations, so I try not to put expectations on others. To give my lack of expectation more perspective, I'll tell you what happened today when I expected something. I ran a two miler and five miler today. My mom, dad, and Kelly walked the two miler, but I ran with a Running Diva because I had to finish in time to start the five miler. The five miler started before they finished the two miler.  My family rarely goes to my races let alone enters to race. As I was approaching the five mile finish line I searched the crowd for my family. They weren't there. They weren't there because they went back to sit in the car to wait for me when they were done rather than cheer me on. Perhaps it's my fault I was disappointed because I didn't ask them to cheer me on at the finish line. Little things like that are why I try not to have expectations and it's also why the amount of support I'm receiving feels a little strange to me...like I'm not entirely certain what to do with it.  I am more grateful for it than I can put into words though!!! One day I'll get better at showing my appreciation. Saying "thank you" doesn't seem like enough!!