(I live in the South now so “y’all” is how they say “you all”…I still say “you guys” because I cannot bring myself to say y’all…IRL…)
I figured I’d update. But I’m exhausted so this won’t be interesting. If you’d like to skip it then cliff notes are: the MLACS family is doing just fine.
I actually feel worse now than I did directly after surgery. Why? Because I’m weaning off Prednisone, I’m down to 20mg/day, and I’m in *withdrawal*. My adrenal glands ceased function and let the Prednisone take over back in January of 2017. Now weaning creates a *deficit* in hormones (adrenaline, cortisol, epinephrine, etc.) which is supposed to “inspire” my adrenal glands to wake back up and start producing hormones again. Except, after being dormant so long, me being so sick, etc. the adrenal glands don’t simply *snap* back to life. Nope. That’s not how it works.
So here I lay, exhausted to my core yet unable to sleep properly. Anxious and feeling the urge to OCD clean the house and do ALL the things, but struggling to actually get anything done–and thus I am frustrated.
However sluggish I may feel, I have still managed to cook and bake and EAT quite a bit and I’m craving *sugar* due to my adrenal fatigue, so I feel crappy about eating all that sugar. And I’ve gained a few pounds instead of losing it like I had planned. But if you could only taste my gluten-free pumpkin bundt cake or my bread pudding with bourbon sauce–you’d know why.
Ironically, I am not cooking Thanksgiving dinner–we are going to a fancy brunch buffet at a Waldorf Astoria hotel–the menu is like three pages long and while it is pricey, kids under 3 eat free so at least we don’t have to pay for BG. I’m excited, but then also nervous because we have to drive 1.5hr+ and this is *the worst* travel holiday of the year and what if we get in a car wreck and die, all because *I* wanted to stuff my face at a fancy buffet???
This is how my mind works…
I also don’t know what to wear to this buffet because I need to dress nicely but also comfortably enough to eat my $85 worth *and* conceal my ostomy bag when it gets full. I’m considering taking closed bags (as opposed to the drainable I usually use) and just tossing them as they fill up. FTR, I’m currently using the coloplast sensura mio click and my base/flange is #10502 (I forget the bag #’s but those are less important).
My hair stopped falling out in clumps and is actually growing back (remember how I lost like 50% of my hair while taking Stelara?) which in theory is good but in reality I have all these 2 inch strands of hair sticking up all over my head and hairspray won’t tame them and not even a ball cap can conceal them–I’ve seriously considered getting a wig.
It’s hard. I want to look and feel *good* again. I want to look like I did a year ago *before* I got sick…in fact, I want to look better than that. I hate pictures of myself now. It’s pathetic–I need a family photo because we haven’t had our portrait done in 2+ years and Mr. MLACS just almost died, etc. But photos are expensive (for a good photog) and it’s a PIA to plan outfits, hair, etc. and most of all *I hate how I look* so I have not booked anything and it’s stressing.me.out.
Oh and because I’m absolutely insane I decided to host an open house on 2 weeks notice and invite everybody we know here. Am I having it catered? Am I having someone to come and clean my very *white* house? Of course NOT! I’ll be doing it all myself. Oh and I’m letting people bring their kids.
I know. I know. I’m already kicking myself.
So to change the subject, I saw my Colorectal Surgeon (CRS) yesterday for a post-op. I asked about the pathology report for my colon and I was not prepared…
Without a doubt.
I really truly thought it would say UC. My disease never acted like Crohn’s–I got better when smoking cigarettes FFS!
The CRS said I can still have the j-pouch surgery but chances are I’ll have complications and eventually the pouch will have to be removed. I knew all of this already. I’m intending to keep my ostomy but I’m not ready for “barbie butt” yet. I told my CRS I really want to heal and then try to get pregnant.
Speaking of pregnant…
A lot of people (both my IF blogger girlfriends and ppl IRL) are falling pregnant and/or giving birth. I’m happy for you/them, but sad for me.
There, I said it.
I’m having the secondary infertility blues.
Which are NOT the same as primary infertility–my heart goes out to those who are dealing with primary infertility.
I mean, I haven’t even been able to *try* to conceive. So is it odd that I claim secondary infertility? I don’t think so…because lack of ability to get pregnant due to medical issues still adds up to *not pregnant*.
Ok gotta go, but I hope you all have a lovely Thanksgiving (to my USA friendsl and that everyone is getting in the holiday spirit.