Just a routine check-up

Gastroenterologist, boy is that a mouthful. Well yesterday that was the word of the day. For me this meant a routine check-up to make sure that my Crohn's Disease is doing fine and so is everything else in my body. It is kind of like a yearly physical only it happens multiple times a year. Well anyways it turned out to be not that bad, routine talk with the doctor and everything and then get blood work. Ha! Like that is ever easy. First off, my fear of needles comes into play here, but as long as I don't see the needle I will be fine (I think). The second problem is that I am completely and utterly squeamish. I rather hate the sight of blood. What do I do to get past this? Well, I have this magic cow who is amazing at making stomach problems go away. I hide behind her. It is a rather interesting site. A full-fledge teenager hiding behind a stuffed cow and humming to distract herself from the blood sucking. At least, but unfortunately, I have gotten used to it so I don't fight the phlebotomist anymore.

The worst part though has to be waiting. I get antsy easily. Especially when I am in the waiting room and there are babies in there feeding off eachothers' unhappiness. I rather HATE listening to babies cry when I am at the doctor. They always seem to be there. There is NO escaping. But friendly me with the stuffed cow tries to distract them and make them smile. I do succeed. Until the next hissy-fit breaks out, I get a few seconds of peace with my annoyed thoughts. Maybe the crying is better.

Now I wait. I wait for a couple of days to hear the results of my bloodwork. But anxious me hates waiting. Oh well, in a ways I would rather wait then find out that I need to be hospitalized.

Taking meds might suck to hell
But waking heathly is all the rage.

My Worst Nightmare

I HATE MEDICINE. For the longest time I have struggled with taking medicine. And yet, with all the times that I feel like crap, I still can't get my mind around taking medicine.

Lately, my mom has been trying new approaches. Like bribing me with my favorite soda, or candy (a sweet tooth's dream). A combination seems to work the best. And still, I can't get over my fear of swallowing a pill. The closest I have come recently was swallowing a bigger bite of bread than I had planned. With my luck I was surprised I didn't choke there. And still, life goes on, with or without the meds inside me.

Pills aren't even my biggest problem. I also get a weekly shot. A shot that releases 40cc of rather cold medicine into my warm thigh muscle. The only distraction is the tv and a shot pillow which I bite to avoid screaming. Of course on "shot day" I have to numb my thigh otherwise the medicine will hurt 1000x more. Not the most ideal. This of course wouldn't be a problem if I wasn't afraid of needles. It makes things worse and of course that much harder to receive the meds. Man do I have patient parents.

My mom is my support system and she always will be. She keeps me strong through all the meds and flares. She is my rock and man am I glad that she is there.

Life isn't always easy,
but running away won't help.
Take each day as it comes,
and live it like no other.