19 years old and I feel like I’m 86. I now have joint damage because of my sickness and it’s getting worse each day. It doesn’t help that I also have muscle loss in my body and I can NEVER stop vomiting. Food touches my tongue and BAM all of it comes back up- I have to take a pill now in order to surpress nausea…otherwise eating does not happen. I’m hoping this doctor can help unlike the ones before him. I’m praying for it.
Speaking of which, my mom-mom told my great Aunt Shirley to pray for me and get better. Every Sunday she has and she is sending me a prayer shaw as if she’s there to hug me and tell me it’s okay. That’s an extremely kind thing of her to do and it makes me feel so loved that I’m being thought of by my family so much in these diar times.
I have to thank Ryan, my boyfriend of almost 2 years, and how he puts up with all of this. I am so thankful that he’s been so helpful through this sickness and that he’s cared for me so well. I know he tries hard to keep me happy even though it’s been hard during these past several months. I know it’s been hard on him and I feel so bad that this had to happen.
I’m really hoping that I’m on the right track to finally getting better. I’m hoping and praying for anything and for this nightmare to be over.