A Year Has Past/Passed Since I Re-located Here.
Only 4 Months Were Filled With Excitement, Content. Job. Career. My Cat Still Alive. Future Dreams.
Eight Months Later,
Everything is gone. Vanished. Depleted.
I lie in bed this overly hot Sunday Morning in extreme pain.
I was in the Emergency Room on Friday for 6 and a half hours. *(My Doc. sent me there while I was in his Office for a Same-Day Appt.).
Ulcerative Colitis. Another Episode.
It’s actually been awhile.
I’ve been consumed with
Severe Sinus Infections since mid-March, I haven’t had any stomach issues *(Other than Stress).
The last time my UC was this bad was in November 2017.
I remember it well.
There have been mini episodes since, but it only last a day *(A few single days out of a month).
This current Episode began this past Thursday.
Like a storm, it rolled through on Friday knocking me out and down.
I tried to Work. Made it only 2 Hours. *(Something I’m nervous about. My Boss did not seem happy with me and I missed a Full Day of Work the Wednesday before due to Sinuses *(I should have just pushed myself to go then this past Friday, I could have stayed and rested).
I cannot afford to lose this Job.
Financially nor mentally.
The UC Pain is so overwhelming, I cannot even lie down in comfort.
And yes, I’m Alone.
I was in hope this current Episode would subside some, so I could at least relax this Sunday morning and complete all my house chores instead of running to the bathroom or worse.
I don’t have much else to say.
The pain has stripped me and taken my energy away.
Eight Months Alone Has Really Taken Its Toll.
Loneliness is not a virtue.