I was sprawled out on a cold, metal table in the CT scan room. Warm dye pulsed through my body. My intestines were getting ready to glow in the dark.
I couldn’t eat or drink and could barely talk. The constant slurp of the suction machine made it impossible to sleep or even focus on TV. And when they took the tube out, I breathed a huge sigh of relief, but my symptoms persisted. If this was a bump in the road, it was a BIG one!
Clothes that won't fit. Trouble getting into my socket. Daily challenges like carrying groceries, cooking, doing household chores. With each mile, I’m testing my strength and realizing my losses. And sometimes my body fights back with raw exhaustion.
The words a bump in the road have become a little joke between me and my family. We figure if a bowel obstruction is a bump in the road, then this stuff is no more than GRAVEL or PEBBLES!
But that phrase doesn't minimalize the struggle. It actually does the opposite.
Mileage so far: 37.35