So when my lovely anaesthetic really started wearing off I started having a little fun.  Monday arvo/evening I started pooping liquid like a trooper.  Worse than the Sunday night when the prep gear was going through me.  Pooping and pain and lovely pretty stars sparkling in my eyes while we're at it. Oh and nausea.  Eventually doped myself on panadol and imodium and put myself to bed.  Had Tuesday off work as well on the doc's recommendation, and for once I'm glad I listened.  Still wasn't brilliant on the Tuesday, sore in the belly and quite comfortable to sook on the sofa for the day.  From memory I didn't end up this sore with the last few, so fingers crossed there's nothing the matter in there.

Anyway.  Today's a public holiday here in Aus (ANZAC Day, lest we forget), so no work today.  Been giving the better half a hand with his uni assignments today, and baking.  Made some choc chip, peanut, chocolate cookies, and have made up a batch of plain cookie dough and stuck it in the fridge for the weekend.

I used to bake a bit when I was younger, just simple cakes and cookies, but then towards the end of school assignments got in the way, and then when school was over life got in the way.  I've been cooking a bit more recently, and I'm remembering just how much I enjoy it.  When I'm cooking I'm looking forward to the looks on peoples' faces when they're enjoying my food, so I get the double enjoyment of imagining it and then experiencing it.  Oh yeah, and the 'chef's treats' while you're cooking.  :)  Possibility of photos when I get off my butt and stick my photos on the computer.

Update Time

Oops.  This is what happens when I leave it a few (a lot) days between blog posts.  Things happen.

So.  Med wise I'm still on the pred, still stabbing myself fortnightly with Humira, and have been bumped up to 6 tabs a day of Salofalk.

Am also currently sitting at home recovering after a probing.  Yup, another colonoscopy.  Prepped over the weekend; limited food intake on the Saturday and the ever so wonderful approved clear fluids on the Sunday, then nil by mouth from midnight and probing this morning.  Glad it's over with.  Apparently there's not much amiss up there though, so the doc is a little miffed.  He did try to make mention of the enemas again, and I'm sorry but even when I'm doped to the eyeballs on anaesthetic I'm still going to tell you exactly where you can stick those, and it ain't anywhere near my butt.  I get to go and see him in a week, so maybe there'll be a new plan of attack by then?  Crossing my fingers.

I've been trying to keep myself occupied and keep my mind off things.  I've been attacking the garden among other things, my greenhouse is now mended (had a few nasty holes in the shade cloth) and my pots have been moved into there from the older, more falling apart greenhouse.  My vegie patch is now ready for plants again, full of poop and the walkways are now obviously walk ways.  And the grapefruit tree got cut down.  I feel a little sad by this, judging off it's size it's been here forever and a day, and the neighbours have memories of the little old lady who used to live here and her grapefruit.  At the end of the day though, it's the second year in a row that every branch has been weighed down to the ground with fruit and it's the second year in a row that every single fruit has been riddled with fruit fly.  Considering I don't really eat grapefruit, and I'd really value not getting fruit fly in the rest of my fruit and veg, I reckon in the long run I've done the right thing.

I've been making plans to redo bits of the house, take the carpets up and polish the floor boards (hello sock sliding!) and trying to work out just how to go about removing wall paper and wood panelling.

And then I've been busy with the crocheting too.  Yes, little old granny in a 25 year old body.  Some days I even feel old.

And I've been experimenting in the kitchen and using my wonderful better half as a guinea pig.  Poor thing, some of the flavours I throw at him I'm surprised he even lets me near the room, let alone do anything in it.  The things that keep you sane huh?

Anyway.  I'm off to snooze a little, still very tired and a bit woozy after my probing this morning.  Thankfully was only one end this time and not both.

Hope everyone is well, and will hopefully update a little more often.  (Though please don't hold you're breath, you should know what I'm like by now!)

Just an update

I ended up taking myself off the flagyl after all.  I was getting bad stomach pains and was over being sick all the time.  After a week off it I'm glad I did stop it, the nausea and vomiting has almost completely gone away, and I've managed to work the week (hooray for an income!).

I think today is day 14 of Prednisone (50mg), I can't quite remember now but give or take a day.  It's also day 4 of near migraine style headaches and extremely tight and sore jaws.  It feel like there is a vice just below my temples and it just keeps getting tighter.  The headache is all over, but mostly right in the middle of my forehead and temples.  

And I've now been back on Salofalk for 4 days now (the headaches and jaw pain started before I started the Salofalk).  So I'm now on pred (50mg), salofalk (2 tabs twice a day), and humira.  Still getting stomach pain, horrid diarrhoea, slime and blood.

Also very tired and starting to have trouble with sleep a little.  Heaps of hot flushes, though I'm over the moon that the munchies haven't kicked in yet.  I haven't really been paying attention to my weight, but I've not gone ape with food so hopefully things won't get too bad like last time.  I'm determined to turn the pred on it's head this time and lose weight rather than gain it.  My joints are starting to ache a little, I just hope they don't get too bad.

The doctor is hoping that the combination of pred and salofalk will kick the humira back in, but in all honestly he doesn't sound confident.  He mentioned the possibility of Infliximab infusions, and vaguely mentioned the possibility of surgery.  I think he's hoping something will work before it comes to cutting me open.  Fingers crossed hey?

I'm not dead in the water yet this time, but there's still the little voice in the back of my mind that sits there niggling, telling me it'll only be a matter of time before the meds turn it all ugly.  I think I'm finding it easier to stay strong this time around though, having the wonderful man in my life that I do gives me the most amazing boost.  He was aware from early on that I have the Crohn's and that it was treated with meds, but it's one thing to know that and another to experience someone flaring.  He's being such a strong person, and his support is priceless.  I asked him the other night what he thought when it all kicked back in, and was given an answer  of "it didn't really phase me".  I don't think I can convey exactly how much it means to me to have him here, all I can say is thankyou darling.  I love you.  <3 div="">