As many of you might remember, I went to the hospital mid January for a flare-up of my Crohn’s disease. A terrible, terrible flare-up that resulted in my being put on prednisone for awhile to help the inflammation go down.
I envisioned a year of monthly doctor’s visits, monthly blood draws. And it seemed exhausting.
So I got stuck with a needle a few times. One time I was given a hard time by the phlebotomist (I love that word) for having a different last name from my husband. Another time the phlebotomist just jabbed me in the vein and I had a bruise for a week. The other time nothing really happened.
I went to my gastroenterologist and we talked about my progress. About how I was sticking to my diet, making more things from scratch, and easing into running again.
And at my last visit? He was so impressed by my stats…. that I don’t have to go back for six months! (Unless I have a flare-up, then I’m supposed to call him) I’ve recovered very quickly, and I really do think I owe it to sticking to my diet (no cow’s milk, no corn, smaller portion sizes), not cheating when I go out to eat, and being as active as my body will allow.
I’m not in the shape I want to be in. I’m still squishy around the middle, and I lost a lot of muscle tone when I was in the hospital. But I have energy. My body is bouncing back a lot faster than anyone expected – so I must be doing something right.
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