Hello, Dude, Grace, & Mags.
I've avoided this thread ever since I've been a member here. I'm not exactly sure why. Fear... I guess.
When I saw it at the top tonite, I just jumped in. I was very glad to see you three here. I think you all know I'm not well physically. I was diagnosed w/ IBS in Jan. '05. I haven't really been treated for it. Trusty & I have changed my diet significantly, & I think this is what has brought abt the improvement that I've seen, e.g. much less lower abdominal pain.
But I'm still not right. My main problem is that I'm so weak. Sometimes I can't even hold my head up. I spend just abt all of my time sitting in bed w/ my laptop. I've been doing better w/ my laps around the house. I make a circle around the living room, kitchen, & dining room using a cane. I can do abt 3 laps now, but I'm so weak when done that it feels as if I've been drained of blood.
They've done a million blood tests, 3 cat scans, & attempted a berium enema MRI scan that they screwed up royally. They found certain elevated levels of things in my blood & a benign tumor pressing on my adrenal gland. But nothing's been done. No prescriptions, no advice... except that they'll look at it again... in 9 months or so.
I don't know what I except from you. What can you say ?
My regular doctor is a great guy, but he's getting too old to practice, I'm afraid. I'm seeing him tomorrow for another sigmoidoscopy. Oh, Joy. I've done some research & found another doctor who specializes in IBS. He's a rectal/colon surgeon & a general surgeon & a professor at the med school here. He's in the same building as my doc.
I was all set to tell my doc that I want to see this new guy, but now I don't know if I can. Trusty & I were going over what I was going to say & we ended up in a big argument. I cried & cried. But I got myself together cuz I have to take a shower a day in advance of going anywhere.
How can I explain to a stranger everything that is wrong w/ me, when I can't talk to someone who I've lived w/ for 26 yrs. ?
And this is only one thing. I was serious when I said somewhere that I would need a 7-hour appt. just to fill him in on my past medical history.
It all just seems so daunting & overwhelming. Helpless/Hopeless my mother usta call me. And that's just the way I feel now. I almost wish that someone would tell me "You're just getting old. Deal w/ it". But I know something's wrong...
Well I had a good vent. Thanks.
kitty