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I am now 32 and stress is at it's maximum but this time no smoke's or weed to get me through it, I finally did it. I have now been quit smoking for a year three quarters of a year and weed for about a year and a half, I am starting to second guess everything that I am and what I do, which is good because I was a mess before. I am now working a steady job and everything seems to be falling into place.
At this time I am going to change the name of the place that everything happened at and names of people.
The time of year was around December and the place was starting to get really stressful. The people that were in charge were Tiffany & Cesar, and they were starting to put mounds of pressure on me to learn a requirement of the place and had to have parts ready for people that were interested in the parts, due to the pressure I was slow and it was the busiest thing you can do at the place at the busiest time of year. Tiffany was the worst part of the pressure she pushed me too do something faster and when I was not able to keep to her standard she would then push me even harder. If I was still slow or messed up a process then Tiffany would verbally bash my skills in front of people attending the event and my co-workers. The bashing would cause massive anxiety and stress. I thought I was going to have to resign from the place. With the pressure that was put on me at the time I started having a mild pain in my gut that wasn't constant and was in a different place than my original pain, this pain was more in the middle of my small intestine so I didn't really think about it twice.
About month later into the place my body started to show signs of the constant stress and I started to have big pains in the middle of my small intestine and near my appendix were the pain first surfaced when I was younger. I thought I had a ulcer from stress and I still had those little bumps on my gut so again I chalked pain up to those little things . I also heard that stress can cause pain and that the pain might have been a way that my body was handling the stress.
So here we are the busiest time of year right around Christmas and my pain started getting a lot worse and very unpredictable. I knew I had a issue when I had my co-workers asking me, are you ok? But I kept pushing harder and harder and my body finally said enough is enough and I dropped to the floor in so much pain I could barely move, picture a slinky dropping that one stair and the laughing at you when it stops, that's what I looked like going down. Thankfully only Cesar saw me hit the floor and sent me home to rest. At this point I knew it was no ulcer or those bumps on my side. And if you have been reading the other blogs this will come as no surprise to you, that I still didn't listen to my body and never went to the doctors. I went back after the weekend ready for a hard day in the place and thankfully Christmas had passed which meant I had passed the busiest time of the year. With some of the pressure gone and Tiffany taking a 2 weeks vacation, it felt like a new place.
About a 3 days after Christmas I was helping Britney clean up the area of the place and there was a bit of something on the floor, with the speed I walk I slipped and took flight, at the time you can call it Divine intervention and what happened that day proves to me everything happens for a reason. So when I took flight you probably could hear Boarding Air Shane Please Have Your Tickets Ready. I my feet slipped from under me and I went about 4 feet high landing on my back and on my elbow thankfully the only part of me that was hurt was my elbow. I cleaned my elbow and taped it up, but did I leave the place? Nooo of course not I still had a hour left and I was going to finish. So I went home thinking it was just a fall and a good tissue bruise I had cleaned it and taped it nothing to worry about right? I was wrong so I never went to the clinic or doctors.
I woke up the next day and did a full day at the place and went home. Two days after the fall I woke up my elbow was killing me and I knew something was wrong. I decided to head to the clinic that day but the issues was it was the day before New Years and I also went in the morning because of those it was busy thankfully a coffee and my phone passed the time. The clinic office was filled with people in every seat from Elders to Babies as well with plenty of sick people that I avoided like the 401 on a Sunday evening during cottage season. The room was about big enough to hold about 50 people with 3 rows of chars and some on the back wall with the Nurses station in the middle of the clinic area and the actual doctors. Thankfully the actual doctors office side was closed but the chairs were available and open for use. The waiting rooms looked like your average waiting rooms, white wall's purple trim with purple chairs but with nice painting and magazines that got old in about 20 minutes. As I was waiting for the doctor I was trying to piece the pain in my gut together but still couldn't find a link. I got called into the room so the doctor could see me and looked around, same paint as out in the waiting room with purple cupboards. When saw the doctor he looked at my elbow touched it and said does that hurt, I said yeah in a tone of well duh you just poked my sore elbow. Thinking does a punch in the face hurt. He explained I had an infection and that I was going to be given antibiotics for it and a cream for it. Fucken damn antibiotics did more harm than good 2 days after taking the antibiotics I started to get diarrhea after the 2'nd day and I thought it would go after the week of antibiotics, well it didn't and it turned into very bad diarrhea and stomach pains.
Because of that I was off for about 3 months and after 3 weeks off of work my doctor found out what it was. Dr.G was nice enough to call me on her day off which was pretty cool and told me I have c-diff and to pick a prescription for Flagyl at her office. I had tried the brat diet in that time as well as only rice and nothing, it kind of worked for about a day but then the diarrhea would come back. I started to drink Gatorade for the electrolytes and salts in it, but if you don't know as I didn't at the time it just aggravated my diarrhea which was the last thing I wanted. I was basically living off of water and soup broth, which because of that time I will never eat again. I would feel pain and nausea now and then and was so weak at points, getting out of bed was futile. If you have ever have had cdiff you know what I am talking about, if you don't then please stop reading and skip down a couple lines if you are squeamish. By week one I could almost feel the bacteria multiplying you could feel it inside of you I was a factory for the cdiff and my gas told you that, about 2 weeks in I would go to the bathroom and see some of my insides dropping in the toilets just white little parts sometime as small as a grain of sand and sometime was as big as a tictac candy, if you leave cdiff long enough it destroys your colon and guts if I remember that properly.
OK fine to read again I lost about 20-30 pounds. C-diff or better known as Clostridium difficile is a super bug/bacteria that is known to kill some people in hospital, and people with compromised immune systems. And it was nasty I always felt sick and anything I ate just went through me, I basically stopped eating, I couldn't take running to the bathroom every 15 minutes anymore. There really isn't much I can say about cdiff you have to have it to know what I am talking about but if you research it then what you read it dead on. By now about 3 month have passed, the place has gone into new ownership and my placement at the place is still safe yeah! I was staying in communication with the place the whole time and they didn't know what cdiff was. And they wanted me back. I was told by my doctor that with how weak I was that it was going to be a while before I got back to work and regular life. I tried going back a bit early but couldn't do it and it took another 2 weeks after that thankfully the new owners and mangers were really cool about it all. I started back at the place for a month of half time and then back to full. During while I was sick I looked up on the Internet about cdiff and that it was probably caused by my antibiotics and I had come in contact with cdiff at sometime before. And that is about everything I can remember, if I can remember anything I will make a note and toss it in here
There is still more to come I meet up with my G.I. after 2 years and find out.... well you will just have to see
Thanks for reading
Shane
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