Anxiety: Living in a storm
Unforeseen, Overpowered, Uncontrolled , these are only some of the things that come to mind when thinking of My IBD Life. The incompetence to conquest not only the pains but the metal drain is beginning to get to me, the inability to walk a short distance with out the strain of being short of breath , The more nerve-racking sights, mucus in stool, bloody mucus in vomit, unexplained bruising. The “want” to be able to do more but in reality only having the ability to do less. The constant thoughts of “what if?” what if it gets worse and I miss to much of my course? what if we try a new treatment and it doesn’t work? or just makes matters worse? What if my GI has know idea what he’s talking about? What if I loss the only remaining friends I have by being sick constantly? What if I loss myself throughout this journey of the sick? Inadequate….Living with the unknown.