Waiting for answers is frustrating. Having a body that refuses to cooperate is maddening. As I mentioned in a prior post, I have been slammed with some nasty digestive issues lately and shared my symptoms and concerns with my doctor last Friday. Hopefully I will have some answers as well as a solution as soon as all my tests are done. Finishing the tests is the tricky part. The first was a blood test that I was able to have done before leaving the medical center. The second test that has yet to be done, is an ultrasound. While I wait for that appointment I am waiting for my body to cooperate for the third test, a stool sample.
Providing my doctor with a stool sample shouldn’t be so hard, especially since diarrhea was one of my complaints, yet it is beginning to feel like an impossible mission. As I expected my body wasn’t ready to fulfill its duty before leaving the medical center, so the lab sent me home with a container, plastic bag, instructions to put my sample on ice, and to return it to the lab within TWO hours. Two hours???!!! Normally my bowel movements are very regular, but since this belly issue began I have no idea when one will happen. Trying to coordinate my bowel movement with the hours after my husband arrives home from work and the lab’s hours has proven to be extremely complicated.
I was taking the medication my doctor prescribed for the first four days. My pain, diarrhea, and nausea increased. Realizing that the medication was the cause for my feeling worse I stopped taking it. My pain is now back to what it was before my doctor appointment with one exception. Instead of suffering with exploding diarrhea I am constipated.
Prior to my appointment I had all the symptoms that I shared above along with having my belly swell to the size of being nine months pregnant. It was uncomfortable and there was some pain, but it was more of a soreness than a pain. The medication added sharp pain and the feeling/sensation of having a litter of alien babies trying to claw their way out of my belly. The alien baby sensation has stayed since stopping my medication, but it feels like they are just moving around instead of trying to claw their way out. All this while waiting to poo. My husband and I have been joking that instead of being on baby watch we are on poo patrol. He is just waiting for me to call him at work to tell him that it’s time.
In the meantime I am uncomfortable, my belly is sore, and I just want this to be over with. Yet because I have discovered yet another medication that my body won’t tolerate I wonder if I will ever get any relief. Anyways, wish me luck! I need to poo and I need to do it within a specific time frame. Why do simple things have to be so complicated?