I got a job teaching high school right after I graduated. I was flying high. Colitis was a thing of the past. I had a great job. I had begun dating the most wonderful guy.
I actually remember saying to one of my friends that when we were younger and imagined our futures, I had never imagined it would be this perfect.
And then one morning, I saw blood. Just the faintest amount, but enough to send me into an emotional frenzy.
No. No. No. This is my perfect dream. There is no colitis in my perfect dream.
I called my new G.I., Dr. Z., who I had begun seeing just a few months earlier. I was too old to stay with my pediatric G.I. but everything had been working when I switched so he kept my treatment the same. I just needed him to refill my medications.
I began taking the meds I had been forgetting immediately, but it was too late. The symptoms just kept getting worse.
What Had I Done?
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