[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Family member gets the same illness. Suddenly everyone is sympathetic.”]

It REALLY pisses me off that, after a lifetime of having ulcertive colitis, one side of my family only really started to realise that I can’t just “work through it” or “toughen up”. Why? Because my aunt, in her early forties, was diagnosed with the same thing. I’ve been dealing with these symptoms since I was a child and they’d always give me lectures and just … nope.

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “The school nurse is your best friend”]

I go to the nurse’s office at least once, usually twice a day. We have a nice chat sometimes. She even lets me take her keys so I can get my medicine without waiting for her. She doesn’t question it when I come in anymore and told me I can take whatever I need. We’re pretty tight.

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “My chi is not the problem.”]

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Be pain-free and not able to leave the house or be in pain and able to leave the house. You choose.”]

Everyone knows that you shouldn’t drive while on narcotics. In order for me to be pain-free, or somewhat pain-free, I have to take Vicodin. So everyday I get the choice of: being able to leave the house while in an extreme amount of pain or not being able to leave the house while having relief from the pain.

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Top: Orthopedist tells you to see a rheumatologist, rheumatologist tells you to see an orthopedist.  Bottom: Lather, rinse, repeat”]

I wish that House hadn’t invented the “diagnostition,” because it’s getting a little old being shuffled from doctor to doctor, and never getting answers.

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “On the phone with gastroenterologist. Stop conversation to have bathroom break.”]

IBS thinks it’s ironic sometimes.

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “hardly able to eat/poop normally: I would fail as a snake”]

So , a snake’s only function is to eat and poop. and it can’t even do anything else EVEN IF IT WANTED TO.

I would FAIL as a snake.  

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Lose five pounds from not being able to eat. / Wow, I wish I could lose weight that easily!”]

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “CONGRATULATIONS!: *has symptoms attack*”]

you know, it’s not just ‘bad’ stressful things that trigger these attacks TT n TT (any kind of excitement or adrenaline too)

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat. Top text reads: “Can’t decide”. Bottom text reads: “which body part to use heating pad”.]

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: Feel like you have to poop, every time you leave bathroom]

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Learn sloths poop only once per week. Jealous of sloths.”]

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “New medication for blocking pain. Side Effect: Weirder dreams than Alice in Wonderland”]

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Shower at night to get ready quickly in the morning. Poop self overnight.”]

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “I didn’t choose the Tums life / the Tums life chose me.”]