Feeling depressed today. Last time I went to the hospital, the suppositories seemed to be working and she'd given me a load of other things to try (using a footstool to get me in a better position, cutting down on fibre - I'm eating too much, trying not to get stressed - haha..., eating as soon as possible to help get things going). I felt quite positive but desperately wanted to find something other than the suppositories.
One month later, I'm back in again for my next appointment. We've only just got back from being with relatives over Christmas, I've struggled to get ten minutes to do the suppositories whilst we were away. I've been rushing it and it hasn't worked. I've failed miserably to buy the footstool or organise any cereal bars to munch on first thing (just been so busy, I've barely stopped). I haven't managed to cut back on fibre because we were in other people's houses and it just seemed so tricky. Stress levels are way up for a hundred and one reasons.
She started off by giving me a right bollocking, saying what was the point of the session if I hadn't done anything in the interim. I burst into tears - I'm balancing so many things at the moment, finding extra time to do something is just so hard right now. It's not that I haven't had the will to do something about it, I just haven't been able to over Christmas. Anyway, she was a bit nicer after that.
But pretty much, it looks like the suppositories are my only solution now along with the other stuff above. I thought they were just for assessing what was going on but they're not, they're for keeps, and that's really hard to take in at the moment. I am just so struggling to find the time to do them as I have to do it before I leave for work, and I'm already out the door by 7.30.
So the sessions have kind of been put on hold for now, until I'm in a better position to commit to doing what I am supposed to be doing. I've still got more tests though, I don't really understand why. She said there was nothing else they could do, whatever the tests showed. Only surgery and that might make things worse.
I just feel completely harrassed and blackmailed almost. Which is stupid. She's banging on about needing to find time for myself to sit on the loo, it being for my own good. The only way I can do it is by getting up even earlier. And then she's saying, don't do that, cos you're already getting up early and you don't want to make yourself ill. Go into work later she says, but then I go into work early so I can come back and spend time with my son. I don't want to not see him or see him for less time. That was never the point.
So I'm pissed off with it all. It's not f'ing fair. Ooopsie quite a long post. I think I needed to vent.