The People Lining My Colon!

Entry Nine: Sunday It’s now 5am on Monday morning and as often occurs, I can’t sleep. If you’ve been paying attention to the times I’ve posted, you’ve figured out I’m somewhat an insomniac also, so I’m blogging again. First order of business, food. I had a light breakfast which actually was just a soft scrambled egg. I splurged a little later and had a salomi sandwich… just because. I love Italian food and Italian meats and for whatever reason, I don’t seem to have any problems eating it. For dinner I had some very tender steak and vegetables. It was more like a slither of steak and a couple of tablespoons full of cooked vegetables.

That all went well until around 1am Sunday morning, and the cramping started, followed by diarreah. I concluded the whole ordeal with a dose of Imodium, got hungry again around 3am and had another slither of steak. I’ve been hoping that I’ve just had some bug and that my UC is still in remission, but now I think I need to accept that it’s not and yes, this is a flare up.

A compromised immune system sucks! It bites the big one! I have my own theories about how I got this, along with all the other stuff I’ve been diagnosed with over the years, and although it’s quite an unpleasant story, I think it’s one that need so be told.

Before I start back in my childhood, let me tell you a little about how I’ve view my colon at times. When i get really stressed out, and I picture my colon, it looks like a Mt Rushmore scene with giant busts of all the people that have stressed me out carved into the lining of my colon! I told a Gastroenterologist during a colonoscopy to give me a copy of the footage of what he saw in there because I was sure I’d recognize the faces of everybody lining my colon walls. Then I’d know who to blame for this!

Besides the inflamed tissues, there’s events in their and past footage of some really stressful stuff. I also have Diverticulitis so I’m sure there are some perpetrators hiding out in the pockets just waiting for the slightest signal from my brain marking the memory of whatever they did to piss me off, triggering the nerve endings in the tissues down there sending them the secret code to aggravate the crap out or me. I got somethin for ‘em though…. I’m gonna flush everybody outta there with super fleet before my next colonoscopy!

Now for my story. I was a pretty happy kid until I was about 4 years old, when I was raped. I don’t remember having any pottie problems until then. I have one of those impressive memories going back to about 1 and a half years old. I remember after that having lots of pain in my abdomen and I was always sick and throwing up and having diarreah. The trauma of that incident along with two diseases I contracted as a result of the violation on such a tiny little innocent body weakened my immune system for life.

Now, if you want to find out everything that happened, you’ll have to come back for the next post. I should write this in book form. It’s gonna make great reading, and part of my healing is to put all of this behind me so I can move forward. I made the decision to be open about it, not so much for the reader, but for my own freedom.

Patience

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