Sometimes.

Sometimes you have to be a total bitch to get what you want or need. Especially with doctors. I have a problem: I'm not assertive enough to get what I need. Doctor appointments make me nervous, and as much as I want something, whenever I bring it up to a doctor, and he turns it down, I go with the flow and just let him do whatever he wants. This is not the way to be when you're dying of a chronic illness. So I need to step up and fight for what I want regarding my treatment.

I have therapy in a couple hours... Last week was okay, there was no crying. This week I'm not sure how much talking there will be, because I haven't really had anything happen. I did have a small breakdown yesterday, though... I don't know what happened but I just started crying and couldn't stop. I needed someone to listen to me scream out my anger, but all I have are my cats, and when I screamed in my pillow they just ran away. haha... John wasn't home, so screaming and yelling was easy. I hope I didn't freak the neighbors out. Anyway, it made me feel better, and it tired me out enough to take a good nap.

I couldn't get to sleep last night though until around 2am. I was busy playing with my iPad/iPhone apps and researching diverticulitis in the small intestine. I found a research study article done on 3 patients, all over 65 years old, all women, who had diverticulitis in their small intestine. (Yes, I said over 65. So I don't understand why the fuck I have to deal with this. I'm only 20 years old. And the diverticulitis started when I was 16. It's not fair!!) In the study, two of the patients had small bowel resections (where they remove part of the small bowel), and were given antibiotics post-op. They were fine afterward. The third patient was like me, with diverticula all throughout, and they didn't want to risk anything so she didn't have any resections. They just gave her antibiotics and hoped for the best. She got better some I guess. But according to the article SBD (small bowel diverticulitis) is very rare, usually isn't diagnosed until post-operation, and there isn't any known treatments for it.

So, as far as I'm concerned, I'm pretty much screwed.

As for the MNGIE disease, I already know and have accepted that it'll only get worse with progression. Dialysis may help slow things down, and that seems to be the only option that isn't too risky for me. For the gastroparesis, I'm going to see what Dr. Jung thinks about me getting a G-Tube. I don't know how that will go, though.

I guess my spirits haven't been too great lately, but I'm still trying. I've been reading Bible verses like crazy. They do help sometimes, until I run across one that pisses me off or something. My high school chorus teacher sent me a book to read called Everyday Grace by Marianne Williamson. I've started it, it seems pretty good. I'm excited to finish it. It was really nice and thoughtful of Boehm to send it to me. She wrote me a nice note with it, too.

I think now I'm just more frustrated and angry than depressed about all this. Or maybe not. My feelings are always changing, I don't know...

Tonight we're going to a friend's house for dinner. I'm excited because we haven't hung out in a good while because of all the crap going on. She's cooking burritos for John that he loves so much. I'll be sipping on soup. I don't like burritos anyway so it won't bother me. I have been craving Musashi's food SO BAD recently, though, and if I don't eat it soon I might kill someone. ha.
I'm rambling now.

hm.