Who I Am:
I’m a philosopher. No, seriously, I am. What can I say, we all make poor career choices at one time or another. I’m also a crafter, seamstress, embroideress, and fiber-arts enthusiast. I am loyal servant and kibble-provider to my canine companion, and once spent $80 on a dog bed and am not ashamed of it. I have no problem with making my home into a fire-trap by feeding my book addiction. I also covet and collect audiobooks, perfect for those times when covert-novel-reading is required. I used to live in the far north of Canada, in the Yukon Territory, even though I hate cold weather. I love all things fuzzy-animal-realted, as well as anything victoriana, vintage, steampunk and quirky. I like every colour except brown and gray (unless they’re sparkly). I have an extensive collection of children’s books because they make me smile, and not because I have any children to read them to. I am a serial-first-dater: I find myself uncomfortable and bored by the middle of a first date and never call back. I am mostly unaware of my surroundings, in that I notice birds and trees and oddly-shaped clouds much more than I notice people or street signs. This is the cause of my oft-worn expression of bemusement, and my reliance on GPS.
I’m also a C. Diff. survivor. If you don’t know what that is, check out my story on this blog. Suffice it to say, the life-threatening infection I thought I had beat causes me enough problems years later to result in constant pain, extreme abdominal swelling, food intolerance, and unemployment. At my wit’s end, I turned to that great and ever-expanding repository of folk-wisdom and pseudo-scientific fact: the internet. The advice so magnanimously given was to try the BRAT diet, the Allergy-Elimination diet, the IBS-friendly diet, the Atkins diet, the Medditerranian diet, the Gluten-Free (or Everything-Is-Gritty) diet, the Vegan diet and the “I’m-So-Frustrated-With-Diets-I’m-Going-To-Eat-Marshmallow-Cookies-For-Every-Meal” diet. Interestingly, none of these worked, which is surprising given that marshmallow cookies always seem like a good idea.
The other thing I found on the internet was a growing number of people diagnosed with C.Diff. that had been left by the medical community to try to figure out how to manage their lingering symptoms on their own. I found people in situations just like mine and worse, frantically searching for answers. And I found a lot of C.Diff. sufferers and survivors repeating the refrain “I feel so alone.”
This blog will be a record of my attempts at figuring out how to live after C.Diff., as well as an understanding ear for those experiencing a life affected by C. Diff. I’ll do my best, record my failures, triumphs and adjustments, and let you know what works for me. There will undoubtedly also be random posts of sheer happiness, blah-ness, and possibly despair – depending on my mood. Wish me luck!