Tonight I am cuddling with my trusty heating pad, catching up on shows. On my way home I felt like I needed to pee, which turned into a pain/cramp because I needed to go so bad, and when I finally got home from work it seems that it was more than that. It's a real mood killer to be feeling great for so long and then seeing blood. Not a lot..but it's not normal, and it tells me that not everything is perfect inside.
Last time I went to the doctors I had blood just before I saw him and he didn't seem concerned since my inflammation mark was basically non-existent. He told me if it keeps up to let him know. I'll see how the next couple days go before I give him a call. I've been reading a book called Foul Bowel by John Bradley, which is a great book by the way, and it seemed that he was good on higher doses of prednisone, but symptoms came back when he tapered to lower levels. Maybe that's the case for me too. But who knows. (On a side note, this book has me laughing hard quite often, mostly on the subway in public. But I don't care)
Miserable nights like this at least are getting me to relax and stop being on the go so much. I know I've been going to bed too late all week, perhaps this could just be my body telling me to slow down and take better care.
Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day!
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