Senior year of high school is supposed to be a wonderful time in every teenager’s life. You are focused on graduating, selecting a college, thinking about adulthood and what you’re wearing to prom. However, my senior year took a detour.
Warning! This is where I deliver graphic details.
I can’t remember the day that I knew something serious was wrong but I remember the feeling. Feeling like I was dying, uncontrollable nausea, losing weight at an alarming pace and not being able to eat. After seeing several doctors, my parents finally took me to a Gastrointestinal Specialist and I finally was admitted to a hospital or should I say my temporary living quarters.
I spent about 75% of my senior year in the hospital. I had a tutor, physical therapist, favorite nurses and; hell, the janitors and I were on a first name basis. I have to give the hospital credit for have different forms of entertainment to take my mind off a disease that was ravaging my body.
Finally after a month and a half of several different medical treatments, and becoming an amateur nurse (I know how to reset my IV and change out my fluids but they wouldn’t give me a discount on my bill..huh) I was finally able to leave in time to attend Prom and walk across the stage for my diploma.
Fast forward to 2021 and I’m doing okay. I refuse to say good or great because each day is different. For example, I spent the past three days in the bed. Why? Because my whole body has been in pain and just no energy. That was something that used to be hard for me, listening to my body. Now when I feel the slightest pain, I switch to me time and relax.
That was the most important thing I’ve learned about Ulcerative Colitis. Always listen to your body needs. You have this one life and it should be cherished.