Yesterday was a disappointment. After
almost 1 ½ months of running every morning I started having those
familiar bowel obstruction pains.
Bowel obstructions are a chronic
condition I have been living with since I was born due to massive
amounts of surgery to fix a birth defect. Painful obstructions are
the price I pay to be alive.
But I thought, this running thing might
finally keep them at bay and solve my life long problem. Being active
everyday is suppose to keep things moving - but it seems it was a
false hope.
Yesterday, perhaps worse then feeling
sick was the loss of hope; the hope I briefly had that I might be
able to beat this condition that has caused me so much pain over the
years.
I got through the night without a trip
to the emergency room. The kids slept in my room- probably because
they know through experience that I might disappear in the night to
be replaced by a relative. They wanted to keep an eye on me; know
where I was.
This morning after some coffee I ran
slowly for 20 minutes. I'll have a liquid diet for a few days to a
week and then hopefully things will go back to normal.
It's been a little depressing to
realize there is no way to fight this thing.
