Early last week I woke up like any other morning, put on my running clothes, and took off with my husband to walk our dogs. About a block into the walk, I doubled over with abdominal pain. We cut the walk short, and I headed home and collapsed into bed, quickly shooting an e-mail to the office that I wouldn't be in. I'm a tough guy, so I figured whatever it was would just go away within a few hours.
A few hours later I had to get out of bed because I was in too much pain. I restlessly ambled around my house trying to get comfortable - watching TV, walking around, lying down. Nothing helped. Around noon I called my husband to tell him it hadn't gotten better, and I was swallowing my pride and saying we had to go somewhere. Initially I suggested urgent care, but I know how these Crohns things work. We went to the ER instead where I settled in for what I imagined was going to be a long wait.
After a few hours and my new symptom, vomiting, I was finally seen in the ER, got an IV, and got some morphine. They ran all the tests and determined that I had an ileus, which is a bowel obstruction. They weren't sure of cause, but suspected scar tissue and adhesions (which just sounds gross). Thankfully there didn't appear to be a blockage which meant no surgery. I ended up in an observation unit overnight, and I was discharged late the following afternoon. My husband said he realized how sick I was when he saw me put my fabulous new Kate Spade purse on the floor in the ER. That, my friends, is sick.
|My fab Kate Spade bag tainted by the ER|
I am registered to run the Capitol City River Run Half Marathon on Sunday for the third consecutive year, and despite my disappointment, I am going to run the 5k instead. I am still hoping to do four half marathons this year, so that means I will need to run two more before January. But this will give me time to heal and figure out this new nutrition scheme before jumping into another 13.1.
People who know me well think I don't know my limits, and while it may appear that way it isn't true. I KNOW my limits. But after 15 years of dealing with Crohns, pushing my limits is part of the strategy. Sometimes it works; sometimes it doesn't. This weekend I'm taking 10 miles off my race despite my disappointment. But once I'm back to 100%, those limits had better watch it.