For the past two months have been waking up with stomach pain. A good day starts with a dull persistent ache that gradually dwindles by mid afternoon. On a not-so good day, I awake to searing pain that leaves me a crumpled sobbing mess on the toilet. My life is a version of Groundhog Day the movie (Ironically, enough the day I was born). I have been trying hard to get out of this endless loop. I am struggling to hold onto my unraveling threads. Tiny threads slip through my grasping fingers.
My GI doctor (I see for my Crohn’s disease) ordered testing to see if my medication has stopped working. That blood test showed the Humira level is within therapeutic range. My GI Doc’s only advise was get colonoscopy done to verify IBS or any other issues. I do not want a camera shoved up my ass again or be told not to receive sedation due to breastfeeding (Fucking Lie) only to say I have a medical diagnoses of IBS. No, thank you. That’s a hard pass.
My next step is to venture down a different path to uncover what is going on. My husband is friends with a functional medical provider. I am hopeful a few different tests may give me some insight into how my body functions. A poop sample was sent off through FedEx. In the coming months I will be spitting into different tubes throughout the day to see what my hormones do. I want to feel better. Ia m done feeling this way.
Ashley Curtis Frink 