This isn't an easy post to write. In a sense, I feel like its the end of what was a hopeful chapter of blogs. Anyways, the fecal biotherapy treatment hasn't panned out, and I will be getting surgery soon.
This July I was so critically ill, I needed surgery. The one thing I hadn't tried yet (short of a bone marrow transplant) was fecal biotherapy, so I told the doctor (whom I had already consulted with) I was ready to go for it. This guy, who I originally met with in May has repeatedly left me hanging, failed to communicate, and showed no interest in helping me get better. I have been suffering this entire time, and can no longer deal with this pain. Even if I could still tolerate the pain, I can't put my life on hold any longer.
Even if I could start the fecal biotherapy tomorrow, I would have to be put on meds (that I'd likely need to drive to the states to purchase) for 3 entire weeks, then starting the fecal stuff, all the while crossing my fingers hoping it will actually work. I've been on the verge of going to the emergency room a handful of times already this fall, and I simply can't wait that long.
Being my procrastinating self I put off even calling the surgeons office until I hit the point where it literally felt like I needed my guts hacked out right then and there. Well, not that I haven't had that level or pain before, but its all the time now. The constant bloating and distention is affecting my breathing, I've lost function of my deep ab muscles, and getting out of the house for even an hour is a really big deal for me right now. It's no way to live. So I called the surgeons office first week of November, and had to wait until the 26th to even discuss the operation I needed asap.
It was a crappy 3 weeks. I felt like all of my fighting over these last 2 years was all for nothing. I felt like a fool for wasting so much time, money, and energy, to avoid a surgery that I was now getting. I felt like I was settling. I fell into one of my depressive cycles again. Motivation went out the window, I started binge eating, not getting out of bed, and gave up on doing physio, taking my supplements, etc. I was seriously dreading that appointment. I was scared to find out what my new reality was going to be.
I ended up receiving about the best possible news I could get though, and it won't be as bad. Like I was expecting, he said he would be removing my large bowel, terminal ileum, and any other sections of the small intestine that are too far gone. The open end of the small intestine will then be routed through a hole in my stomach and stool will pass into a colostomy bag attached to me. What I didn't expect was that he said he would leave my rectum intact, making it possible to re-attach the small intestine to the rectum in 6-12 months if everything heals properly, and then no more bag!
After being sick for 2 years, and suffering the last 6 months waiting for a procedure that may or may not work, 6 months with the bag is nothing. Especially considering the diseased tissues will be removed and the toilet will no longer be my ball and chain every day. This is not the outcome I was hoping for, but that's life. This also is NOT A CURE. We are simply removing the narrowed/scar tissued/inflamed/bloody stuff, giving me a chance to rest and heal again. I think of it as if 99% of my bodies resources are trying to heal these incurable tissues, and once they are gone, applying all of my knowledge of health and wellness will actually have a chance of doing something. Fecal therapy may still be a supplementary treatment option down the road.
I'm still not thrilled about losing my internal organs, but it feels good to have some closure. I finally know the end is in sight. Now that there's a plan in place, I'm back to working at the things I can control. I felt a lot less depressed after the meeting, ready to get back at it. Blogging, stretching, journaling, coaching, eating, meditating, whatever, all that stuff seemed worthwhile again. Though I'm in a much better head space than I was in November, I don't want anyone to think this will be a walk in the park. Its major surgery, and January is probably gonna hurt.
One more month of physical agony perhaps, but I'm going to try my best to look after myself and enjoy time with friends and family over the holidays. I feel extremely blessed to have so many loving, understandable people around me that support my decisions and make me feel safe. Thanks everyone.
Monday, 8 December 2014
Tuesday, 28 October 2014
Treatment delayed AGAIN
Really not impressed this time. As of yesterday morning Dr. Louie still hadn't gotten in touch with me regarding any prep work for the procedure, like the receptionist told me he would. I sent another email asking what exactly was going to go down, and he actually called me back right away.
He was under the impression I was just coming in to have my C.Diff treated further. When we met all the way back in May it was all about crohn's. Keep in mind all the contact I have had since then has been through his receptionist. She told me the reason this got postponed from the original date of August 26th was because I was a special case he needed to take some extra time to prepare for. How could he not know that I was seeing him for my crohn's?? This poor communication has been extremely frustrating.
I thought it was strange that he had me booked to come this Wednesday without having done any prep work. At least he actually responded to my email for once. Anyways, to treat my crohn's he needs to put me on a special drug for THREE WEEKS before I can even start the fecal therapy. He needs special approval from health Canada to even get the drug, which he asked for yesterday. If denied, which is very likely, we will need to travel to Minot to pick up a prescription. I would need to take that stuff for 3 weeks, and then finally start in Calgary.
I just don't know how much more I can take. Could he not have taken 10 minutes out of his day to explain this all to me in July? All the contact I have ever had is his receptionist booking dates for "the procedure" and then bumping them back. No information on the procedure itself let alone ever getting to speak with the Doctor. I have sent him plenty of emails that he simply never returned.
The reason we decided to do the fundraiser and try this in the first place was because I was in critical condition and needed to do something about it, fast. That was July. Since then I've been simply living a life of self-preservation. Constantly running from pain and trying everything possible just to put together a good day. This past month has been exceptionally brutal, catching C.Diff and becoming bedridden, the only thing getting me by was knowing that I only have a couple more weeks to endure. Before knowing I had C Diff and few weeks ago I was ready to admit myself and get surgery. It was so excruciatingly painful and I really believed my body was quitting on me. The drugs got me almost back to my baseline, but I really feel like I lost another month of my life, and I'm really not satisfied with my baseline anyways.
I can't live this half life anymore. I'm sick and tired of a good day being one where I left the house for an hour, or one where I handled solid food instead of just smoothies. I'm ready to have surgery and move on with my life. The pain is one thing, but I'm mentally worn out. I know I'm tough, but I'm tired of NEEDING to be tough. It's too mentally exhausting trying to stay strong during a losing fight. It's especially scary knowing this the therapy might not even work. The other scary thing is because of the treatment, for this next month, I can't take any medications even if my health takes a turn for the worse.
I decided to book a consultation with the surgeon just to have a back up plan in place. Sure enough, I can't even get a consultation until the 26th of November. So either way, I'm left to struggle for another month. I'll know by the end of the week if the drugs get approved by Health Canada, and either start them asap, or begin planning a trip down to Minot. I'll follow Dr. Louie's plan and keep toughing it out for now because like I said, I can't get the surgery until next month anyways so I might as well. Will keep everyone posted.
He was under the impression I was just coming in to have my C.Diff treated further. When we met all the way back in May it was all about crohn's. Keep in mind all the contact I have had since then has been through his receptionist. She told me the reason this got postponed from the original date of August 26th was because I was a special case he needed to take some extra time to prepare for. How could he not know that I was seeing him for my crohn's?? This poor communication has been extremely frustrating.
I thought it was strange that he had me booked to come this Wednesday without having done any prep work. At least he actually responded to my email for once. Anyways, to treat my crohn's he needs to put me on a special drug for THREE WEEKS before I can even start the fecal therapy. He needs special approval from health Canada to even get the drug, which he asked for yesterday. If denied, which is very likely, we will need to travel to Minot to pick up a prescription. I would need to take that stuff for 3 weeks, and then finally start in Calgary.
I just don't know how much more I can take. Could he not have taken 10 minutes out of his day to explain this all to me in July? All the contact I have ever had is his receptionist booking dates for "the procedure" and then bumping them back. No information on the procedure itself let alone ever getting to speak with the Doctor. I have sent him plenty of emails that he simply never returned.
The reason we decided to do the fundraiser and try this in the first place was because I was in critical condition and needed to do something about it, fast. That was July. Since then I've been simply living a life of self-preservation. Constantly running from pain and trying everything possible just to put together a good day. This past month has been exceptionally brutal, catching C.Diff and becoming bedridden, the only thing getting me by was knowing that I only have a couple more weeks to endure. Before knowing I had C Diff and few weeks ago I was ready to admit myself and get surgery. It was so excruciatingly painful and I really believed my body was quitting on me. The drugs got me almost back to my baseline, but I really feel like I lost another month of my life, and I'm really not satisfied with my baseline anyways.
I can't live this half life anymore. I'm sick and tired of a good day being one where I left the house for an hour, or one where I handled solid food instead of just smoothies. I'm ready to have surgery and move on with my life. The pain is one thing, but I'm mentally worn out. I know I'm tough, but I'm tired of NEEDING to be tough. It's too mentally exhausting trying to stay strong during a losing fight. It's especially scary knowing this the therapy might not even work. The other scary thing is because of the treatment, for this next month, I can't take any medications even if my health takes a turn for the worse.
I decided to book a consultation with the surgeon just to have a back up plan in place. Sure enough, I can't even get a consultation until the 26th of November. So either way, I'm left to struggle for another month. I'll know by the end of the week if the drugs get approved by Health Canada, and either start them asap, or begin planning a trip down to Minot. I'll follow Dr. Louie's plan and keep toughing it out for now because like I said, I can't get the surgery until next month anyways so I might as well. Will keep everyone posted.
Monday, 20 October 2014
Depression and Inflammatory Bowel Disease
Time to vent some thoughts.
I have much I want to share with you guys. Whether its basic updates on my health, recipes I feel like I should share, lots of personal rants and opinions (as petty as they may be), things I am grateful for, lyrics that inspire me, personal goals, or lessons I have learned from this disease. It just all feels overwhelming so I'm just writing when I feel up to it. Most of all however, I feel I owe it to others with this disease to share with the world what kind of living hell this disease truly can be.
I don't post how shitty I'm feeling or how depressed I am for sympathy. Don't get me wrong, I've found sharing to be therapeutic, but the main reason I do it is to share with the world what crohn's, and other "hidden" chronic diseases really do to people. I know that I will get better. Maybe in a few weeks, maybe in a year. I will be strong again. I will be happy again, and I know that I will achieve great things. That is all great, but my fear is that I will get better without the full story being told. I feel this responsibility to share HOW I got better, and what the entire process truly entailed. I even fear losing touch with the suffering myself. The last thing I want is to get better and move on to this happy life, and start taking things for granted again. I want people to know how truly awful this experience has been, and I myself don't want to lose touch with it because of the perspective it has given me.
Out of all the terrible symptoms of crohn's and colitis, mental health is one of the most important things for me to share, because nobody has any idea that this disease can mess with your brain.
I've struggled with depression of varying degrees for the last two years, and for a combination of reasons. For anyone who doesn't know depression isnt simply being really sad. The best way I can describe it is things like:
-A total loss of interest in anything. This brutal combination of being bored out of your skull, having all the free time in the world, yet nothing appeals to you. Nothing brings you joy, nothing seems worth doing. It messes with your head.
-Feeling extremely dull. Life is dull, everything feels grey.
- Feeling paralyzed. Feeling stuck. I can tell when I'm depressed, and I know what makes it better, but you lack ambition to the point where nothing seems worth it. The tiniest, most menial tasks become so intimidating.
-Feeling like you have nothing to offer. When I'm depressed I'm totally conscious of the fact that I'm not fun to be around, I can be rude and condescending to people I love, and I never have anything positive to say. I'm aware of it. I'm not proud of the fact that I'm bitter. What ends up happening sort of goes along with "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." So I hide alone in my apartment, not wanting to be toxic to the people I love.
-Depression isn't sadness or a sign of weakness, it is the result of staying strong but fighting a losing fight for way too long.
-Insomnia. Always tired, can never sleep.
So that's how I would explain it in a nutshell. It is extremely debilitating yet easy to mask. It can happen for no reason at all, which can be the worst because you beat yourself up for being irrational.
The first thing that contributed towards my depression was losing my identity as an athlete. This I'm actually thankful for, because almost all high performance athletes go through this when they lose their sport, whether its because of retirement, or an injury. Athletes have this unhealthy tendency to base their entire identity around being an athlete, thinking that is all that makes them who they are. It sounds cliche, but they don't see that there is more to life, that there is more to them than sport. I was one of these athletes, and the reason I'm happy I had that "particular" depression is because it was inevitable, and I got it out of the way at a young age. It was NOT easy, but having pole vault taken away humbled the shit out of me. I didn't have any say in the matter. I had no other option than to find joy in other things, and to figure out what else I had to offer the world. The beauty of it is that vaulters peak in their late 20's, so it will still be there when I'm healthy. Difference is that this time around, it will be nothing but a gift, nothing but a bonus. Though I miss it like crazy, I now know that I can be happy without it. When I'm back on the runway, it will be nothing but a celebration rather than an obligation.
Then there is depression caused from isolation. I've been stuck in my apartment for months on end, even before/aside from social anxiety, simply just from being sick as a dog!!!! At any given moment, my torso will completely lock up, I'll become short of breath, and I'll start to feel knives twisting inside my my stomach. This will escalate for about 20 minutes until I pass about 3 tiny, bloody bowel movements that makes me want to throw up at the same time. This "only" happens 5-10x per day, so yeah, there are plenty of "non-sick" parts of my day where I could go for a walk or watch a baseball game, but the fact is that I cannot predict it, so I have this constant fear of leaving my own small comfort zone. Its not the pain attacks I'm afraid of, I'm used to that. It's being sick and vulnerable out in public that scares the hell of out me. Other than a very small number of people, I don't want ANYONE around me during those episodes. Do you know what it's like to be in a small class and have to make 3 separate, 10 minute bathroom trips within one hour when they don't know your situation? Or how depressing and frustrating, and stressful it is to risk having to pull over to a gas station (again, for like 10 minutes) any time you want to drive across the city?
So I got on some tangents there, but you can start to see why people with inflammatory bowel disease just sort of disappear, and never want to leave the house. Keep in mind we only even attempt these outings the rare time we even have the energy to do so. Even in between pain attacks the fatigue from anemia, insomnia, and lack of nutrient absorption (if you are able to eat at all) , is enough to make you never want to get out of bed. So you can imagine how frustrating it is to have a pain attack on those very rare times you actually feel like living life.
The result of living in isolation is becoming detached from the world. Detached from your friends and family, from your job, from your hobbies, detached from life. It doesn't happen overnight (which is why it is so hard to catch), but eventually you find yourself feeling dead inside, wondering what the hell happened. By the time you realize you are depressed, getting out of that hole is extremely intimidating, even if you know how.
I also was on prednisone off and on for over a year, which chemically induces depression as a side effect on its own. I'm still emotional as hell because of this disease (see next paragraph), but prednisone can change people into a total Jekyll and Hyde. I won't get into it, but that stuff is evil and I'll never take it again unless its a total emergency.
The last, but most important contribution to depression that I want to share is how this disease affects the brain just by its very own nature. Crash course here: serotonin is the body's "feel good" hormone responsible for happiness, motivation, etc. Without serotonin, you become depressed. Bet you didn't know that 80-95% of a person's serotonin lives in the gut!!! So you can imagine how digestive diseases can wreak havoc on people's emotions. This explains why even with IBS many of the main symptoms are psychiatric, not just digestive. It's not just serotonin that is made/resides in the gut, but a whole other host of hormones and neurotransmitters. It makes sense to me, looking back I have always been an anxious kid, and I've displayed symptoms of ADD my entire life. This is pretty new stuff, but scientists are already starting to refer to the gut as "the second brain". I didn't even know this stuff until recently, but I always make sure to mention the mental side of things now when people ask me what crohn's is.
I have much I want to share with you guys. Whether its basic updates on my health, recipes I feel like I should share, lots of personal rants and opinions (as petty as they may be), things I am grateful for, lyrics that inspire me, personal goals, or lessons I have learned from this disease. It just all feels overwhelming so I'm just writing when I feel up to it. Most of all however, I feel I owe it to others with this disease to share with the world what kind of living hell this disease truly can be.
I don't post how shitty I'm feeling or how depressed I am for sympathy. Don't get me wrong, I've found sharing to be therapeutic, but the main reason I do it is to share with the world what crohn's, and other "hidden" chronic diseases really do to people. I know that I will get better. Maybe in a few weeks, maybe in a year. I will be strong again. I will be happy again, and I know that I will achieve great things. That is all great, but my fear is that I will get better without the full story being told. I feel this responsibility to share HOW I got better, and what the entire process truly entailed. I even fear losing touch with the suffering myself. The last thing I want is to get better and move on to this happy life, and start taking things for granted again. I want people to know how truly awful this experience has been, and I myself don't want to lose touch with it because of the perspective it has given me.
Out of all the terrible symptoms of crohn's and colitis, mental health is one of the most important things for me to share, because nobody has any idea that this disease can mess with your brain.
I've struggled with depression of varying degrees for the last two years, and for a combination of reasons. For anyone who doesn't know depression isnt simply being really sad. The best way I can describe it is things like:
-A total loss of interest in anything. This brutal combination of being bored out of your skull, having all the free time in the world, yet nothing appeals to you. Nothing brings you joy, nothing seems worth doing. It messes with your head.
-Feeling extremely dull. Life is dull, everything feels grey.
- Feeling paralyzed. Feeling stuck. I can tell when I'm depressed, and I know what makes it better, but you lack ambition to the point where nothing seems worth it. The tiniest, most menial tasks become so intimidating.
-Feeling like you have nothing to offer. When I'm depressed I'm totally conscious of the fact that I'm not fun to be around, I can be rude and condescending to people I love, and I never have anything positive to say. I'm aware of it. I'm not proud of the fact that I'm bitter. What ends up happening sort of goes along with "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." So I hide alone in my apartment, not wanting to be toxic to the people I love.
-Depression isn't sadness or a sign of weakness, it is the result of staying strong but fighting a losing fight for way too long.
-Insomnia. Always tired, can never sleep.
So that's how I would explain it in a nutshell. It is extremely debilitating yet easy to mask. It can happen for no reason at all, which can be the worst because you beat yourself up for being irrational.
The first thing that contributed towards my depression was losing my identity as an athlete. This I'm actually thankful for, because almost all high performance athletes go through this when they lose their sport, whether its because of retirement, or an injury. Athletes have this unhealthy tendency to base their entire identity around being an athlete, thinking that is all that makes them who they are. It sounds cliche, but they don't see that there is more to life, that there is more to them than sport. I was one of these athletes, and the reason I'm happy I had that "particular" depression is because it was inevitable, and I got it out of the way at a young age. It was NOT easy, but having pole vault taken away humbled the shit out of me. I didn't have any say in the matter. I had no other option than to find joy in other things, and to figure out what else I had to offer the world. The beauty of it is that vaulters peak in their late 20's, so it will still be there when I'm healthy. Difference is that this time around, it will be nothing but a gift, nothing but a bonus. Though I miss it like crazy, I now know that I can be happy without it. When I'm back on the runway, it will be nothing but a celebration rather than an obligation.
Then there is depression caused from isolation. I've been stuck in my apartment for months on end, even before/aside from social anxiety, simply just from being sick as a dog!!!! At any given moment, my torso will completely lock up, I'll become short of breath, and I'll start to feel knives twisting inside my my stomach. This will escalate for about 20 minutes until I pass about 3 tiny, bloody bowel movements that makes me want to throw up at the same time. This "only" happens 5-10x per day, so yeah, there are plenty of "non-sick" parts of my day where I could go for a walk or watch a baseball game, but the fact is that I cannot predict it, so I have this constant fear of leaving my own small comfort zone. Its not the pain attacks I'm afraid of, I'm used to that. It's being sick and vulnerable out in public that scares the hell of out me. Other than a very small number of people, I don't want ANYONE around me during those episodes. Do you know what it's like to be in a small class and have to make 3 separate, 10 minute bathroom trips within one hour when they don't know your situation? Or how depressing and frustrating, and stressful it is to risk having to pull over to a gas station (again, for like 10 minutes) any time you want to drive across the city?
So I got on some tangents there, but you can start to see why people with inflammatory bowel disease just sort of disappear, and never want to leave the house. Keep in mind we only even attempt these outings the rare time we even have the energy to do so. Even in between pain attacks the fatigue from anemia, insomnia, and lack of nutrient absorption (if you are able to eat at all) , is enough to make you never want to get out of bed. So you can imagine how frustrating it is to have a pain attack on those very rare times you actually feel like living life.
The result of living in isolation is becoming detached from the world. Detached from your friends and family, from your job, from your hobbies, detached from life. It doesn't happen overnight (which is why it is so hard to catch), but eventually you find yourself feeling dead inside, wondering what the hell happened. By the time you realize you are depressed, getting out of that hole is extremely intimidating, even if you know how.
I also was on prednisone off and on for over a year, which chemically induces depression as a side effect on its own. I'm still emotional as hell because of this disease (see next paragraph), but prednisone can change people into a total Jekyll and Hyde. I won't get into it, but that stuff is evil and I'll never take it again unless its a total emergency.
The last, but most important contribution to depression that I want to share is how this disease affects the brain just by its very own nature. Crash course here: serotonin is the body's "feel good" hormone responsible for happiness, motivation, etc. Without serotonin, you become depressed. Bet you didn't know that 80-95% of a person's serotonin lives in the gut!!! So you can imagine how digestive diseases can wreak havoc on people's emotions. This explains why even with IBS many of the main symptoms are psychiatric, not just digestive. It's not just serotonin that is made/resides in the gut, but a whole other host of hormones and neurotransmitters. It makes sense to me, looking back I have always been an anxious kid, and I've displayed symptoms of ADD my entire life. This is pretty new stuff, but scientists are already starting to refer to the gut as "the second brain". I didn't even know this stuff until recently, but I always make sure to mention the mental side of things now when people ask me what crohn's is.
Friday, 3 October 2014
Crashing again
Have I ever mentioned how frustrating this disease is?
The reason I haven't blogged in a while is because I've been suffering again these last few weeks. I typically get on a posting roll when things are going well, and then neglect to blog when I'm struggling. I started to slip about 3 weeks ago, but up until that point was feeling great. I had been to the gym a few times, got outside a little more, and begun a couple of night classes.
All of a sudden I started having perianal pain again, I know its pretty gross but it can be extremely painful and was quite worrisome. My left foot swole up again, and my knees and back are always sore. Soon I became feverish, and lost all strength and energy again. I knew this was bad news, I didn't want my old fistula wound to become infected so I phoned my Dr.'s office and left a message to no avail. I finally got in touch with them a week later and they issued stool, urine, and blood tests.
Urine was fine, the blood test showed my inflammation back up to 150, 3 times as high as the last test. This really frustrated me because I was doing so well, I really thought I was on the up. It was no surprise however, because I definitely feel terrible. The nurse left a message on my phone today letting me know he stool sample tested positive for C. Difficle, a really nasty bacterial infection of the gut. I've had this before and it's not pleasant, but at least gives me an idea of why I feel so terrible. The frustrating part is they left me a message Friday afternoon, and I won't be able to start anything until Monday.
I'm just really angry, frustrated, and sad from being such a vegetable. I'm tired of the pain, I'm tired of sleepless nights, I'm tired of not having the strength to leave the apartment. I'm tired of being so alone at home constantly. Its getting old, and I'm getting impatient. All I want is to go back to work, just to feel valued and have that sense of purpose again.
So game plan moving forward will be to tough it out for the weekend, and likely start some antibiotics Monday. The plan for fecal biotherapy is still up in the air, all the receptionist will give us is "sometime after the 17th". We'll see what that means. I'm really tired of just simply surviving.
The reason I haven't blogged in a while is because I've been suffering again these last few weeks. I typically get on a posting roll when things are going well, and then neglect to blog when I'm struggling. I started to slip about 3 weeks ago, but up until that point was feeling great. I had been to the gym a few times, got outside a little more, and begun a couple of night classes.
All of a sudden I started having perianal pain again, I know its pretty gross but it can be extremely painful and was quite worrisome. My left foot swole up again, and my knees and back are always sore. Soon I became feverish, and lost all strength and energy again. I knew this was bad news, I didn't want my old fistula wound to become infected so I phoned my Dr.'s office and left a message to no avail. I finally got in touch with them a week later and they issued stool, urine, and blood tests.
Urine was fine, the blood test showed my inflammation back up to 150, 3 times as high as the last test. This really frustrated me because I was doing so well, I really thought I was on the up. It was no surprise however, because I definitely feel terrible. The nurse left a message on my phone today letting me know he stool sample tested positive for C. Difficle, a really nasty bacterial infection of the gut. I've had this before and it's not pleasant, but at least gives me an idea of why I feel so terrible. The frustrating part is they left me a message Friday afternoon, and I won't be able to start anything until Monday.
I'm just really angry, frustrated, and sad from being such a vegetable. I'm tired of the pain, I'm tired of sleepless nights, I'm tired of not having the strength to leave the apartment. I'm tired of being so alone at home constantly. Its getting old, and I'm getting impatient. All I want is to go back to work, just to feel valued and have that sense of purpose again.
So game plan moving forward will be to tough it out for the weekend, and likely start some antibiotics Monday. The plan for fecal biotherapy is still up in the air, all the receptionist will give us is "sometime after the 17th". We'll see what that means. I'm really tired of just simply surviving.
Thursday, 4 September 2014
Grindin' :)
Tough night again last night but I got my ass to the gym anyways, and had to write a blog because I feel so damn good!
Bad sleep last night. I'm having troubles with my mind racing at night still. It's at least not anxiety keeping me awake, just obsessing over to-do lists and other stuff that is totally irrelevant in the middle of the night. Had a typical morning, up around 6am with the hangover-of-death feeling. Not to mention the crippling torso discomfort. I would call it back pain, but torso discomfort is more accurate. It doesnt sound as bad but it fucking sucks. When I wake up, my intestines are in spasm so bad that all of my "front" core muscles literally contract against my will and pull my whole body into forward flexion. My physiotherapist figures this is how I got my bulged disk, and continue to have back pain even post-decompression therapy. Not to mention being on the toilet, I'm violently pulled forward at least 10x per day. Obviously, the solution is maintaining proper posture, trouble here is that my erectors (back muscles) have to work 10x harder than normal just to maintain that upright posture, because they are fighting against the opposing muscle groups, that will not let go until my intestines let go. So yes, I can correct it, it just becomes exhausting trying to stay upright all the time. Sitting is the worst.
OK, got off on a tangent on how its not just back pain. Anyways I woke up with this torso pain around 6am, the usual, feelinglike garbage but I'm experienced enough that I know I will continue to feel this way until I've had 5-6 really awful bm's, still sometimes bloody. I try to start stretching, extending my spine, and usually get on the inversion table to get things moving. This is all extremely uncomfortable at the time, but sort of speeds up the inevitable. If I'm not up to moving yet, I'll start with a cup of ginger tea for the nausea. As soon as I'm able, I try get down either a bulletproof coffee or a small shake, usually just water, protein, and a couple shots of olive/avocado oil blended together. I've become a firm believer of protein and fat ONLY for breakfast (because it works), the trick for me was getting it in a form I can choke down in the mornings. As soon as I put anything into my mouth its a matter of about 5 minutes before I need to run to the can. I'm aware of this in the mornings and like I described, the body pain doesn't go away until everything is "emptied out" for the morning. So even though its the last thing I want to do, forcing down a few calories usually results in getting my day started a bit sooner if I can tolerate it. When your sick, getting better is often just a matter of doing stuff you don't want to do.
The good news is I started feeling better around 10. My last two days have been shitty so I was damn well gonna capitalize on this one. I'm definitely making progress, the last blog I posted about pacing around for an hour before leaving the house. I'm finally stepping out of my comfort zone an ENJOYING seeing people. It really feels amazing to get that back. That alone was enough of a victory to put a smile on my face. Also, instead of nervously walking around the gym picking odd exercises, I wrote a warm up which I stuck to, and then did a fun little strength workout. I'm so thankful to be able to lift again, I beleive short, but intense training has amazing health benefits for sick people. Yoga is awesome for a million reasons, but you simply cannot duplicate the hormonal effects/benefits of heavy lifting or sprinting. Growth hormone and testosterone are not just for bodybuilders, they are both extremely important for HEALING!! Also anti aging, but I'm getting on another tangent so I'll save that for another post. Today's workout was:
-5 minutes elliptical
- foam roll and sun salutations
Warm up (3 rounds)
- BW reverse lunge with twist (pause at bottom for a good active stretch)
-10 Cable external rotations (good arm)
- 5 glute bridges/leg (just for activation purposed)
- 10 leg swings against a wall
GETTING JACKED (jk)
All in a row:
- 3 Back squats at 125lbs
- 3 Kettbell push jerks (The grey one lol, dunno size) Right arm only
- 3 Single arm chin negatives. Right arm only
Rested 3 minutes, did 5 sets.
Pretty high intensity for just starting, but the key here is that the volume is extremely low. Volume makes me sick, not intensity. I may come off as a bit of a bonehead choosing to lift weights having arthritis and all this other nonsense, but I've found it to be all postural. My back is relatively strong still. I can still squat and deadlift ok with strict form, but picking a pen up off the floor with a rounded spine can fuck me right up. Long drives = by FAR the worst thing for my back. You get the idea.
I wish more sick people realized the benefits of exercise if they just pushed through it, because I feel amazing right now. The trick isn't fooling yourself into thinking a 30 minute walk will make you better. Don't get me wrong, it will feel refreshing, but its boring as hell and won't give you the addictive benefits that make you want to keep doing it. I want to re-iterate that although I was lifting "heavy", the total number of reps for ALL my exercises today was only 45. Keeping the volume down is how I am able to make this work! By the time I got home I was hungry as hell, in a cheery mood, and the whole workout took the same time as that 30 minute walk. Of course I lingered and visited at the gym, which was also very therapeutic for me.
Last thing I'll share is my post workout shake for anyone who's interested in what I take. I have a few recipes for concoctions I believe to be optimal, but I'll save those for when I'm REALLY training. For now I keep it simple:
-Not enough volume to necessitate any carbs. If I wanted some I'd use a bit of cherry juice or some waxy maize starch, etc.
- 1 scoop grass fed whey isolate (shouldn't need to explain that one)
- 1 scoop glutamine. I have my mixed thoughts on it's efficacy as a workout supplement, but its cheap as hell, and happens to be VERY important for the gut lining. I take it a few times a day for my crohn's anyways so I throw it in the shake.
- A few big dashes of turmeric. This is a hardcore anti-inflammatory, and since my body is always fighting a raging onslaught of inflammation, anything to dumb down the acute response from training is welcome. It's also something I take all day long for my guts anyways. Google some research, it's actually more effective than advil for arthritis, etc. Some high-end supplement companies are even starting to throw it into their post-workout blends now. I believe you still want that acute inflammatory response during training, but afterwards its time to bring it down. Think of why you jump in the ice bath after lactic workouts (although the research on those is also now SUPER conflicting).
-1/2tsp acai berry powder. This is something new new I'm trying, just something I had on the counter for throwing into smoothies. It's pretty well known for being an extremely potent antioxidant. There have been studies showing cherry juice (also pomegranate and cranberry, but don't quote me on that) being effective in reducing DOMS when taken post workout due to the antioxidants. It's worked for me in the past anyways. My hope/theory is that acai might have the same effect. If it works it will be a lot more convenient to mix in the powder as opposed to bringing actual cherry juice to the gym.
So yeah, great day so far! I'm so thankful to have so many fit people around me to keep me inspired. If my girlfriend can get up and go for a run at 7am when she has a full day ahead of her, I can dam well get to the gym for 30 minutes when its convenient for me and my entire day is wide open.
Like most of these, that turned out being a lot longer than I had planned. Time to eat again, and then make a costco run!
Cheers!
Bad sleep last night. I'm having troubles with my mind racing at night still. It's at least not anxiety keeping me awake, just obsessing over to-do lists and other stuff that is totally irrelevant in the middle of the night. Had a typical morning, up around 6am with the hangover-of-death feeling. Not to mention the crippling torso discomfort. I would call it back pain, but torso discomfort is more accurate. It doesnt sound as bad but it fucking sucks. When I wake up, my intestines are in spasm so bad that all of my "front" core muscles literally contract against my will and pull my whole body into forward flexion. My physiotherapist figures this is how I got my bulged disk, and continue to have back pain even post-decompression therapy. Not to mention being on the toilet, I'm violently pulled forward at least 10x per day. Obviously, the solution is maintaining proper posture, trouble here is that my erectors (back muscles) have to work 10x harder than normal just to maintain that upright posture, because they are fighting against the opposing muscle groups, that will not let go until my intestines let go. So yes, I can correct it, it just becomes exhausting trying to stay upright all the time. Sitting is the worst.
OK, got off on a tangent on how its not just back pain. Anyways I woke up with this torso pain around 6am, the usual, feelinglike garbage but I'm experienced enough that I know I will continue to feel this way until I've had 5-6 really awful bm's, still sometimes bloody. I try to start stretching, extending my spine, and usually get on the inversion table to get things moving. This is all extremely uncomfortable at the time, but sort of speeds up the inevitable. If I'm not up to moving yet, I'll start with a cup of ginger tea for the nausea. As soon as I'm able, I try get down either a bulletproof coffee or a small shake, usually just water, protein, and a couple shots of olive/avocado oil blended together. I've become a firm believer of protein and fat ONLY for breakfast (because it works), the trick for me was getting it in a form I can choke down in the mornings. As soon as I put anything into my mouth its a matter of about 5 minutes before I need to run to the can. I'm aware of this in the mornings and like I described, the body pain doesn't go away until everything is "emptied out" for the morning. So even though its the last thing I want to do, forcing down a few calories usually results in getting my day started a bit sooner if I can tolerate it. When your sick, getting better is often just a matter of doing stuff you don't want to do.
The good news is I started feeling better around 10. My last two days have been shitty so I was damn well gonna capitalize on this one. I'm definitely making progress, the last blog I posted about pacing around for an hour before leaving the house. I'm finally stepping out of my comfort zone an ENJOYING seeing people. It really feels amazing to get that back. That alone was enough of a victory to put a smile on my face. Also, instead of nervously walking around the gym picking odd exercises, I wrote a warm up which I stuck to, and then did a fun little strength workout. I'm so thankful to be able to lift again, I beleive short, but intense training has amazing health benefits for sick people. Yoga is awesome for a million reasons, but you simply cannot duplicate the hormonal effects/benefits of heavy lifting or sprinting. Growth hormone and testosterone are not just for bodybuilders, they are both extremely important for HEALING!! Also anti aging, but I'm getting on another tangent so I'll save that for another post. Today's workout was:
-5 minutes elliptical
- foam roll and sun salutations
Warm up (3 rounds)
- BW reverse lunge with twist (pause at bottom for a good active stretch)
-10 Cable external rotations (good arm)
- 5 glute bridges/leg (just for activation purposed)
- 10 leg swings against a wall
GETTING JACKED (jk)
All in a row:
- 3 Back squats at 125lbs
- 3 Kettbell push jerks (The grey one lol, dunno size) Right arm only
- 3 Single arm chin negatives. Right arm only
Rested 3 minutes, did 5 sets.
Pretty high intensity for just starting, but the key here is that the volume is extremely low. Volume makes me sick, not intensity. I may come off as a bit of a bonehead choosing to lift weights having arthritis and all this other nonsense, but I've found it to be all postural. My back is relatively strong still. I can still squat and deadlift ok with strict form, but picking a pen up off the floor with a rounded spine can fuck me right up. Long drives = by FAR the worst thing for my back. You get the idea.
I wish more sick people realized the benefits of exercise if they just pushed through it, because I feel amazing right now. The trick isn't fooling yourself into thinking a 30 minute walk will make you better. Don't get me wrong, it will feel refreshing, but its boring as hell and won't give you the addictive benefits that make you want to keep doing it. I want to re-iterate that although I was lifting "heavy", the total number of reps for ALL my exercises today was only 45. Keeping the volume down is how I am able to make this work! By the time I got home I was hungry as hell, in a cheery mood, and the whole workout took the same time as that 30 minute walk. Of course I lingered and visited at the gym, which was also very therapeutic for me.
Last thing I'll share is my post workout shake for anyone who's interested in what I take. I have a few recipes for concoctions I believe to be optimal, but I'll save those for when I'm REALLY training. For now I keep it simple:
-Not enough volume to necessitate any carbs. If I wanted some I'd use a bit of cherry juice or some waxy maize starch, etc.
- 1 scoop grass fed whey isolate (shouldn't need to explain that one)
- 1 scoop glutamine. I have my mixed thoughts on it's efficacy as a workout supplement, but its cheap as hell, and happens to be VERY important for the gut lining. I take it a few times a day for my crohn's anyways so I throw it in the shake.
- A few big dashes of turmeric. This is a hardcore anti-inflammatory, and since my body is always fighting a raging onslaught of inflammation, anything to dumb down the acute response from training is welcome. It's also something I take all day long for my guts anyways. Google some research, it's actually more effective than advil for arthritis, etc. Some high-end supplement companies are even starting to throw it into their post-workout blends now. I believe you still want that acute inflammatory response during training, but afterwards its time to bring it down. Think of why you jump in the ice bath after lactic workouts (although the research on those is also now SUPER conflicting).
-1/2tsp acai berry powder. This is something new new I'm trying, just something I had on the counter for throwing into smoothies. It's pretty well known for being an extremely potent antioxidant. There have been studies showing cherry juice (also pomegranate and cranberry, but don't quote me on that) being effective in reducing DOMS when taken post workout due to the antioxidants. It's worked for me in the past anyways. My hope/theory is that acai might have the same effect. If it works it will be a lot more convenient to mix in the powder as opposed to bringing actual cherry juice to the gym.
So yeah, great day so far! I'm so thankful to have so many fit people around me to keep me inspired. If my girlfriend can get up and go for a run at 7am when she has a full day ahead of her, I can dam well get to the gym for 30 minutes when its convenient for me and my entire day is wide open.
Like most of these, that turned out being a lot longer than I had planned. Time to eat again, and then make a costco run!
Cheers!
Friday, 22 August 2014
139lbs but back to the gym!
I finally feel like I'm well enough for some more regimented exercise. I'm not really trying to exercise more, just now in a quantifiable way. I'm currently at almost the lowest weight I have ever been, and had Lauren take some prison-style shots just for keeping track of progress. It may come off as vain but benchmarks are important. I've always been fascinated by how our bodies can change and adapt according to what we do with them. So here's where I'm currently at:
I tried to stand as natural as possible. You can see a difference in my shoulders if you look closely. I have thoracic outlet syndrome on my left shoulder. Its where your neck, pec, and trap muscles clench up, and the result is pinching off the nerves/arteries that run between your 1st rib and collar bone. You can see my left shoulder hiked up towards my ear sort of, and that's me trying to relax. It gets to tight it shoots into the back of my head, and if I lift my arm overhead too long my hand goes numb. I've had this once before and had aggravated it by pole vaulting that time, this time around it just came out of nowhere and has been this way for months. I think stress might have something to do with it.
Add to that a narrowed disk space in my spine, swollen right ankle (can't see in the pic), and freaking arthritis stiffness everywhere. Even my wrists feel like they have water in them or something. My back is by far the worse though. The stiffness and dull ache is so debilitating it sucks the energy right out of me. This kind of pain just kills your motivation. It isn't acutely painful by any means, but just so dam stiff and sore all the time. When my stomach is in distress, or right before a poop my back hurts so bad I can't even stand upright, my abdominal muscles just want to pull me forward.
So I finally got myself to the gym yesterday, and managed:
-5 minutes of easy rowing
-3x5 shoulder press with the bar, front squat with 40lbs, an chin ups
-thats its!
So you could hardly even call that a workout by most standards, and I totally could have done that from home. The reality is I just wouldn't have got it done at home. Right now creating the habit of exercise is more important than the intensity of the exercise. I got back into the process of making a playlist, mixing up the protein shake, but most importantly getting out the door! I'm still socially anxious. I never want to leave my condo because I don't want to get sick and I'm too proud to be vulnerable in front of people. Beyond that, even when its people that I know understand, it really sucks having pain attacks away from home so I never want to leave. I paced around home almost 2 hours trying to get to the gym but I'm glad I finally made the first step towards getting in shape.
My goal for tomorrow is simply to make an appearance at the gym again. I had IMS today so I likely won't feel up to "lifting" again, but even a bike and stretch would be a positive step. Our sauna will be up and running any time, definitely looking forward to that as well!
Also, Dr. Louie's office got back in touch with me and treatment has been postponed, likely at least a month. I'm actually OK with this, it sounds like he is really making sure he has everything figured out before proceed seeing as I am somewhat of a unique case. I'm sure I can benefit from a few weeks to keep building my strength up before the transplant as anyways.
Wednesday, 20 August 2014
Some blogs/pages I reccomend
I thought I'd do a post just to share some of my favorite sites for health and fitness info that I have found personally helpful.
Luke Durward:
Luke is an old pole vaulting rival of mine and a real smart guy! Earlier this year I had noticed him developing his coaching business online, and reading some of his posts made me realize that accountability was what I was lacking in my pursuit of health. This inspired me to start my first blog, the 30-ish day challenge which really made a difference in my life and sort of started this whole mission to cure myself without surgery. Luke has a great website that I would reccomend to anyone, and even has his own Ted talk! He's kind of a big deal....check it out:
Also check out his website at http://lukedurward.com/
Shannon Richards/Infinite Zenergy:
Shannon is a health coaching friend of mine. We met through the gym I work at, Freedom Functional Fitness. When I learned that she suffers with ulcerative colitis and found her own way to health the natural way, I was compelled to connect with here. Shannon and I are a couple of food nerds, and love bouncing ideas off of eachother. She is a creative genius in the kitchen! All of her recipes are crazy healthy and delicious. Shannon helped me realize the power and importance of journaling, and has been a great support through this all.
You can find her website at http://infinitezenergy.org/blog/ and check out her facebook page as well
https://www.facebook.com/infinitezenergy?ref=br_tf .
Precision Nutrition:
I like this page because it has research and evidence-based information, translated into language that we can all understand. I usually just skim the blog for stuff that jumps out at me. Follow them on Facebook or Twitter, there is a wealth of resources on their actual web page as well.
The Bulletproof Executive:
This is the website of the guy who started the butter coffee trend. The coffee thing is definitely his hook, but there is a lot more to what he calls the "bulletproof" lifestyle. I linked the page that has information on the Bulletproof diet. What I find interesting is that his motivation for finding the optimal diet wasn't for body composition, athletics, or even to cure a disease, but for optimal brain performance as a CEO. After spending thousands and doing a TON of research over many years, what he came up with resembles the paleo diet, but with some interesting tweaks. The podcasts are my favorite, he gets some awesome guests with very informative content.
There are lots of other sites I frequent but these are my favorites and that's all the writing I feel up to for now. This was mostly about diet, next will be my favorite exercise/training pages.
Luke Durward:
Luke is an old pole vaulting rival of mine and a real smart guy! Earlier this year I had noticed him developing his coaching business online, and reading some of his posts made me realize that accountability was what I was lacking in my pursuit of health. This inspired me to start my first blog, the 30-ish day challenge which really made a difference in my life and sort of started this whole mission to cure myself without surgery. Luke has a great website that I would reccomend to anyone, and even has his own Ted talk! He's kind of a big deal....check it out:
Also check out his website at http://lukedurward.com/
Shannon Richards/Infinite Zenergy:
Shannon is a health coaching friend of mine. We met through the gym I work at, Freedom Functional Fitness. When I learned that she suffers with ulcerative colitis and found her own way to health the natural way, I was compelled to connect with here. Shannon and I are a couple of food nerds, and love bouncing ideas off of eachother. She is a creative genius in the kitchen! All of her recipes are crazy healthy and delicious. Shannon helped me realize the power and importance of journaling, and has been a great support through this all.
You can find her website at http://infinitezenergy.org/blog/ and check out her facebook page as well
https://www.facebook.com/infinitezenergy?ref=br_tf .
Precision Nutrition:
I like this page because it has research and evidence-based information, translated into language that we can all understand. I usually just skim the blog for stuff that jumps out at me. Follow them on Facebook or Twitter, there is a wealth of resources on their actual web page as well.
The Bulletproof Executive:
This is the website of the guy who started the butter coffee trend. The coffee thing is definitely his hook, but there is a lot more to what he calls the "bulletproof" lifestyle. I linked the page that has information on the Bulletproof diet. What I find interesting is that his motivation for finding the optimal diet wasn't for body composition, athletics, or even to cure a disease, but for optimal brain performance as a CEO. After spending thousands and doing a TON of research over many years, what he came up with resembles the paleo diet, but with some interesting tweaks. The podcasts are my favorite, he gets some awesome guests with very informative content.
There are lots of other sites I frequent but these are my favorites and that's all the writing I feel up to for now. This was mostly about diet, next will be my favorite exercise/training pages.
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