July 24. 4:50 a.m. For the umpteenth time, Sandy extracted blood. For the exponential tum Angel took my temperature and checked my blood pressure. The doctors earliest determined my ailment is not Crohn’s disease…at least not this expression of sickness. They decided, instead, it is pancreatitis. Whatever it is, the pain is remarkably similar to Crohn’s. Not that it matters. Who go gives a damn? It demands lifestyle changes. It requires a different approach to food and fun. Else I die in the throes of gluttony. I sometimes wonder what is worse…spending days in the hospital or days and nights in culinary bliss. Life can be a bitch. A raging beast whose choices are ugoly and unpleasant.
This morning begins my second day in the hospital. When can I go home? When, indeed?
Thanks for your good wishes. I am feeling better now. I am home. And more coherent!
Hope you recover quickly!
I certainly hope the doctors can ease your pain soon and that your new diet isn’t joyless. You deserve a break! Get well soon!
So sorry you are ill, John. Hope you have a quick recovery. Meg
I hope the dotors get rid of your pain pronto and you do what it takes to avoid a relapse.