Welcome to IBD Land:

alisonshineee:

Where the calories don’t matter, healthy food is the enemy, and the only drugs that save your life make you sicker.

My favorite weekly masochism

My favorite weekly masochism

You Know You Have IBD When…

crohniclesofcourtney:

fellowibders:

People tell you that they never would have known you were sick because of your smiling face and positive attitude.

Such a true and positive outlook. I think we really do value life a little bit more :)

The true colors of my mom’s side of the family

I’ve learned so much about my two aunts and uncle this week… The one who’s fairly active on fb who has given me kudos about my prevalent feminist anti-rape culture humanitarian perspective is actually despicable. I’ve had to bring up the fact that I need to know about toilets and to have free access to one wherever I go I think three times already in six days, and she just kinda looks the other way and sorta metaphorically rolls her eyes dismissively. I got really salty with her and my mother after they stranded me and four other people in a parking lot without keys to even leave the lot by suddenly and independently deciding to stop for food for her kid and the other youngest. I told them that I was tired of having the same conversation and that if the pools toilets had been locked I’d have a soiled pair of pants. They were unlocked, so no harm done, but I berated them about not communicating with the group about what they were doing (its been a blatant theme the whole week amongst all 4 of the baby boomer adults) and that they are still neglecting the groups welfare and making random decisions is absolutely self-centered and unintelligent. She made a sarcastic comment to me about how ‘oh were all self centered and terrible’ so I directly said ‘I understand (name) that you have zero empathy for my situation because you never have to deal with anything similar’, no response, and she since hasn’t acted one bit apokogetic, whereas all the other three siblings have since one on one apologized about all the mishaps and miscommunications. The other people who were in the lots stranded with, one was their mother, my grandmother, and my uncle’s wife was in a similar need-to-go situation. The groyo was already running late in getting to an appointment, so my uncle was slightly upset about that too. This particular aunt regularly is uncaring about hee neicws ans nephews but showers her own boy with spoiledness and overprotection, always going the extra mile for him but nobody else. This being strike three: strike one was when she first met my sister this trip she said she needed to go get changed that she couldn’t wear that to go where we were going, not hey (name) its so great to see you, or hey how are you how was your flight, nope. Just a scolding about getting out of her bathing suit. Strike two: I was lightly tending to my psoriasis ( I have very low grade primary sclorosing cholangitis which has produced nodular prurigo / prurigo nodularis, which if you do a google search will tell you it comes with intense itching which used to drive me insane keeping me awake until 4, 5 am a year ago (luckily my skins doing better now with diet and exercise etc)) on the couch in the living room. She came and sat on the other end, sweeping some dust and other little beach debris off the cushion, and looking at my one-leg-on-my-other-knee position, sitting at the edge of my seat ( I’m no newby to getting dead skin on the floor instead of on furniture) and she says something very insensitive about my ‘skin flakes’ being on the couch. Currently playing because nothing else was on tv was dodgeball, specifically the wrench scene. Justin long gets hit in the face and drops, and she goes “THIS IS WHAT YOU’RE WATCHING?!” I stand up and hand her the remote and walk to my bedroom. She doesn’t catch the ‘wow ur a bitch’ signal, and also spends half an hour looking for something to watch alone, settling on American dad, as if that’s less crass humor.
So the unapologetic attitude towards the whole situation and her being so. Fucking. Conceited is strike 3.5. What a cunt. And I never use that word almost ever. But her true color is cunt. Nuff said.

My other aunt has shown me she’s much more down to earth and enjoyable to be around than ever and I have had more on one conversations with her than anyone else on this trip except the cunts son who despite his environment has grown to be a pretty chill and humble guy, he just graduated high school.

Anyway. Just a little journal entry because I had to vent about this bitch before it gives me an ulcer.

You have tattoos.
I have scars.
Yours are what you wanted to show the world.
Mine are what the world decided to show me.

effalumpasaurus:

Something I do every 8 weeks. #infusion #hospital #crohnsdisease #crohnie #chronicillness

effalumpasaurus:

Something I do every 8 weeks. #infusion #hospital #crohnsdisease #crohnie #chronicillness

kkalaidoscopeyess:

my tummy loves it when i smoke weedd

When you realize how to get past the ‘chronic’ in ‘chronic illness’

cruisecontrolforcool:

chronic illnesses are like being stuck playing hard mode but you don’t actually know what any of the buttons do and there is a reasonable possibility you are holding the wrong controller altogether

"People who have a chronic illness lose their identity because they can no longer fulfill their own and others’ expectations. It takes time to move on and accept the new life."

chronicillnesscat:

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Ill because I’m stressed. Stressed because I’m ill”]

chronicillnesscat:

[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “Ill because I’m stressed. Stressed because I’m ill”]

theseoddanchors:

Oh you know.

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