A Game Of Crohn's

Oh, this is always the fun part. I hope the sarcasm is loud and clear. As I’ve said multiple times, due to sensitivities that cause my guts to bleed, I can’t really take anything for my pain other than Tylenol and percocet/oxycodone. I mean, they’ve given me much, MUCH stronger stuff during surgeries/stays in the hospital, but that’s what I come home with. I’ve been on some form of oxycodone since October. This is the third time in my life that I have had to come off of this drug. All three times I was on the drug more or less six months before everything was under control/I realized I was using it for emotional pain as well/I realized that I was going through withdrawal symptoms when I didn’t medicate on a schedule. I would be sitting here on my bed, running a low-grade fever, nose running uncontrollably, completely covered with goosebumps...before the slow, dawning realization that I *wasn’t* actually experiencing the flu, I was experiencing withdrawal. It doesn't matt

Ah, my darlings. There is so much to write to fill in the gap between December 15th and now it’s not even funny. Since most of that time I was out of my mind in pain and/or on drugs (both happened, frequently) I didn’t feel that I could comprehensively write in my blog, but I was doing my best to keep notes as much as possible. I’m sure you’ll understand that there were days that not only was I not picking up a writing implement, but the only touching of my computer was going to be to let it know that yes, I am still watching Bob’s Burgers, and if you stop it now, Netflix, things might get ugly up in here. This entry will be a short one, though. I mostly want to stop using a pseudonym for my hospital, since all of you are fully aware that I am being treated by the Mayo Clinic, and I’m proud to be part of their studies to (hopefully, theoretically) forward medical progress. I can’t entirely recall why I decided to use a pseudonym in the first place, other than I didn’t want