Pass the Coke!

You know how "coke" is a nickname for cocaine? Well "coke" is also a nickname for coca-cola. I am not referring to either of these things. I am referring to iron, as in the metal that people lack when they are anemic. Well instead of taking supplements, like slow fe (the pill form of iron) or liquid iron, I get iron infusions. Now normally when you think of infusions you think blood. Well that is actually called a transfusion. Infusions are different. When you get an infusion you are slowing introducing a substance into the blood stream. When I get iron infusions, I am slowly (intravenously) introducing iron into my blood. Well the mixture that makes up iron infusions (an iron-sucrose mixture) looks like "coke" or coca-cola. So I have always joked that when I get iron infusions, I am getting my "coke" infusion. And since I am squeamish, blood transfusions are raspberry sauce infusions (since raspberry sauce is NOT a substance found in blood).

Anyways, the whole point of that previous rambling session is because this past Friday, I received an iron infusion. For the most part its not that bad, who wouldn't mind sleeping all day and not having to do anything? Well, the nurses dose you up Benadryl (to prevent reactions) and then you have anywhere from 2-4 hours of being infused with iron. Doesn't sound that bad right? Wrong. Normally it is like that. I sign in to the Hematology ward in the hospital, wait to be called to the back, and then they take my vitals (weight, height, temperature...the basics) and they take my blood and insert the IV. It is generally an easy process, but Friday was a hassle.

I was supposed to get iron the week before but I had a fever and was unable to receive the infusion. So this past Friday I went in, fever free, and guess what! My veins were FLAT! I am also generally good with getting a needle stuck in my arm, but after two failed sticks, I was less than happy. I was cranky and sore. Finally on the third stick we get a needle successfully in my arm, blood is drawn, and the IV is set. The rest of the day goes pretty smoothly, I am in and out of sleepiness, and generally don't do much. Why all of this stunk so much? Well I now have a GIANT bruise on my left arm. It hurts and feels weird to the touch. There is a bright side though....The bruise is a pretty rainbow of blues, purples, and pinks. What can I say? It is not the best war "scar" but the colors make it pretty awesome.

Hopefully the iron will kick in soon! More later.....

Getting healthy is
the most I could wish for, but
the road is rocky.

Stress kills...

The average person gets stress about everything. They get stressed about work, about school, about finances, or even about life, and as a result they get sick. When you have Crohn's, those stresses multiply and make you even more sick. Someone getting mad at you, waiting for important mail, or the stress from nonstop activities like shopping, work, and school. There is no break for someone like me, and when I get sick, I get stressed. And when I get stressed, my body shuts down.

I wish there was a way to say, "Oh its not that bad, I am used to it." But there isn't. I can never predict how each circumstance will affect me, and while sometimes its not that bad, other times my life comes to a stand still.

I am telling you all of this because recently I was sick, and for some reason I have been getting stressed on top of that. It is the end of my senior year in high school, my dad is stressed about who knows what, and my life seems to be going nonstop with no breathing room. I just had spring break, and unlike I planned, it was filled with nonstop activities. I was hoping to have a few days to just relax and be a bum. Well bum-dom will just have to wait. This past week I worked, I ran errands, I got sick...and this whole time left me for no "me time." (Who wants "me time" because they are sick?)

Anyways, long story short, for those of you out there who get stressed often and are nonstop moving, stop. Take time for yourself and relax. Let yourself live instead of motoring past. If you do, then stress, will be a question with the wind. And hopefully, you will feel healthier and happier with less stress.

Each day is precious
Each day is valuable
But letting stress rule will end us all.
Slow down
Smell the roses
And realize the precious things you have.
CARPE DIEM