I tried an anti-diarrhea pill. It worked for a couple days, but didn't stay permanent. I also dropped to three mesalamine because before, I really improved after I did that. But so far, no improvement.
My stool is short, loose strips in the first part and then mush in the second. I still have urgency that bounces between about ten and twenty seconds. I've had a couple of close calls with having accidents.
If I don't see any improvement in the next week, I'll call my G.I. for a prednisone prescription. He did say to call him for one if I did not get back to where I was before I started tapering off the mesalamine.
I have a couple of other concerns. I just don't know if they're related to my UC or something different.
I am losing weight. I could lose ten to thirteen pounds and still be okay, but not much wiggle room beyond that. So far, I've lost almost half of that and I don't know why. No changes in my diet or exercise routine. (If anything, I've been exercising less than usual.)
My other concern is . . . I . . . am . . . so . . . tired. I wrote in another post that I have suffered from fatigue since I started my period at age eleven, for one reason or another. Being tired has been my life.
But this tiredness feels different. Like my muscles are on the verge of giving out. All of them. Like my physical body is empty inside. Like my bones have become malleable and are struggling to hold up my frame.
This tiredness hit about a week after my September health update. Sometimes it is better, sometimes worse.
I've always been able to deal with my tiredness before, still do most things. Normally I love to decorate my house for the holidays, starting with Halloween. As soon as the stores pull out their Halloween merchandise, I feel that twinge of magical excitement flow through me and visions of ghosts and witches start dancing through my head.
But not this year. It took every ounce of willpower to put up my usual, spooky, trimmings. Not everything made it out of their storage totes, either.
But the worst thing was this weekend I gave my granddaughter a Lego set for her birthday and she asked if I would build it with her.
I wanted to, SO MUCH, but my body and brain both felt shaky and achy. I just couldn't do it.
I better close now. A sudden wave of sadness just washed over me.
We'll see what my body does over the next month.
Next update: November 2024, Prednisone to The Rescue, Again
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