I got back from home time earlier this month with a stomach ache. No big deal. A week later I still had it so I had dispatch swing me through charlotte to go to urgent care. PA-C was very busy and had no labs at his disposal so wrote me a prescript
ion for flagyl. Over the next few days my food tolerance decreased substantially. Then I couldn't drink water or lay down. All the while still hauling cross country because thank heavens it doesn't hurt to sit so if I can get up in that seat I just strap in and kill those miles. Stopped eating food altogether because the cramping was killing momentum and while I do dabble in the trucker cup, just no. So I'd find myself with extreme urgency standing in dirty truck stop bathrooms listening to guys giggling at their phones. Let's say I walked into the super special pooper section of walmart and made a purchase to put between the truck and the trailer and I'll offer my magazine to any chump looking at me too long. Only problem is subzero temperatures, pouring rain, dust storms, and people still walking up asking for money. I mean if you're sick of sitting on the same toilet you really got to get yourself one of those crutches with the toilet seat in it. It's like a hover round for IBD. I saw the grand Canyon on mine! All joking aside, had to go to the hospital in maryland after trying to sip some chicken broth and turning the bathroom into texas chainsaw massacre for the first time.
There I was given the gauntlet of tests, which found out I have no infection or anything that kills me or goes away; just a very good reason to start tricking out the toilet at home. Better believe it'll be a recliner with a hot blanket cabinet, a heating pad for the belly, a keg of ice cold pedialite and a big screen t.v..
So I leave maryland in the night unable to sleep, or eat, or anything just rethinking my life. Slept sitting up at night and kept pouring water into the top hole of my texas chainsaw massacre machine (aka my new guts) and told myself this disease would not curb my sense of humor, love for life, or slow me down at my favorite job ever.
Got down to charlotte for sick leave to regroup, carried all the stuff from my truck up to the apartment and blew the caps off every ulcer in my colon (heavy lifting gets a frowny face in the little book), went to hospital with tearing pain in the colon, got morphine which made my stomach hurt on top of my colon and then gave me morphine sickness. So now I have a prescript
ion bottle of prednisone and an appointment with a GI to get some butt candy to add to the fun. I know what happens when I pour water in my facehole, I wonder if I'll be burping up cotton candy and kittens if they pour it in the other way? Will keep you posted. For now though, I'm going home and slamming through this forum to find soft foods I can start on since I haven't eaten on 7 days. I'm just going to do that thing where i try one thing at a time and if it makes me cry I'll write it in a book with a frowny face. I think first I'm going to try some loaded denies nachos with extra hot sauce and a half gallon of mountain dew. We will see where that goes. No I'm thinking jello and very soft everything free shakes for a few days. Maybe ice cubes.
But the main point of this thread is that I'm trying to scheme up ways to keep OTR trucking with this disease. Think of it. 700 mile drive. Hope they don't charge me a littering fee because I just threw a whole lot of shame out the window. If we have any inventors on board give me your worst. Obviously nothing for when the truck is moving, if I get to 10+ a day work is good and will let me chainsaw massacre a motel bathroom for a week. If I do get the walker pooper you better bet I'm going to be posting selfies from the lower 48 states. I'm thinking more seriously about
a 20-30 gallon r.v. toilet I can empty at designated rest areas. Give me some ideas tho if you would please.
Post Edited (IBD long haul trucker) : 2/19/2016 9:13:31 PM (GMT-7)