Sigmoidoscopy/Serology for IBD detection?
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people after rescuing them. > While I still have some strength left I’d rather try and finish what I > started, looking for that island that’s about to come into my sight as I > patiently paddle into the empty horizon. Foolish you say. "That kids > going to drown, why the fuck doesn’t he just grab the damn lifesaver and > get over himself!?". But maybe if I keep going, I’ll find that island, > and I’ll be extremely grateful for the fact that I didn’t get on your boat.
Brad, I’d venture a guess that NA is fascinated because you so stubbornly refuse to help yourself. If I had followed the same course of action you — The one & only Violet Tigress The infamous Miss Kitty of Amblefolke… Deny! Deny! Deny! http://home.inreach.com/kismit AIM: Violet Tigress1
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> Brad: What’s up with all the Hamlet-esque hand-wringing over getting > diagnosed once and for all? > I’m not familiar with hamlet-esque. I want a diagnosis and I’m writing > things that help me make sense of the data in order to make a good > decision that I won’t regret. This requires bouncing ideas off the > collective. Sorry if it bothers you. Once I’ve found my way I’ll > disappear and you’ll never hear from me again, these posts drifting off > into the archives for future generations to read and laugh. > Actually, you sound like you DO enjoy "spending your life worrying > about it." After dozens of posts full of wailing and nashing, and you > still haven’t gotten any closer to feeling better and getting on with > your life. Sooner or later, you will have to move on from this topic, > and face the adult task of making a contribution that takes you beyond > this compulsive and endless self-regard. > As you’ve already discovered, I am not an adult. So perhaps such > decisions are easy for you, but they are not for me. After the illness > struck, it took me a year to work up the courage to get out and see a > doctor. Why? Because whatever was wrong required constant management, > and while active it affected both my mind and my body. This made it a > huge feat to get out of the house, let alone see a doctor. > Silly, yes. But even after I got better enough to make it out to the > doc, he did some blood tests, threw up his hands, and offered me some drugs. > So I continued managing, and the periods of remission got better to the > point where I’m no longer a complete wreck when whatever is wrong is not > active. When it becomes active, I’ve been through it so many times I > know how to grin my teeth and I eventually come out the other end of the > tunnel. > But the whole situational trauma has affected my mind and left me tenser > than I was. When you combine the fact that I refuse to be consciously > sedated for my personal beliefs, and my mistrust of trusting myself to > physicians, it becomes practically impossible to do the colonoscopy. > Yes, piece of cake for you. But I’m not you. I have different views, and > I’m coming from somewhere else. > I don’t have any choice but to spend my life worrying about it. I’ve > tried not seeing doctors and it didn’t work. I’ve tried seeing them and > it didn’t work. I’m stranded in the middle of the ocean, so I have no > choice but to keep swimming in different directions with the hope that > one of them will lead me to land. > You believe that I’m being completely foolish. You believe that there is > a rescue boat right next to me, with a physician trying to throw me a > lifesaver with the label, "colonoscopy". But there are sharks swimming > near that lifesaver, and I don’t know where that lifeboat drops off > people after rescuing them. > While I still have some strength left I’d rather try and finish what I > started, looking for that island that’s about to come into my sight as I > patiently paddle into the empty horizon. Foolish you say. "That kids > going to drown, why the fuck doesn’t he just grab the damn lifesaver and > get over himself!?". But maybe if I keep going, I’ll find that island, > and I’ll be extremely grateful for the fact that I didn’t get on your boat. > Why are you so fascinated with my posts and feel compelled to > compulsively reply? Is it because you are on the lifeboat, and you feel > responsible if I drown before grabbing the lifesaver? Maybe. Or maybe > it’s because you secretly romanticize about what life might’ve been like > if you kept swimming instead of getting on that boat. Sure, you’re more > relieved now that you’re on solid ground… but maybe your insides crave > for something more, and as much as you’d hate to admit it to yourself, > you wonder if maybe what I’m doing is satisfying that craving for a > little bit of magic.
brad na..like others on here..like myself…is simply concerned that you have a real problem getting the help you need..when someone comes on here sick and looking for answers and knows the answers but still is looking for something else..and wont do what needs to be done because he/she feels there is another and better way…people on here are going to try to steer them in the right direction..if you come on here full of anxiety and fear and ask for help and advice of course you are going to get the best help and advice we all have to offer…i hope you find whatever it is u want in whatever wayu want to find it…na was just showing concern for you… annie
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> Brad: What’s up with all the Hamlet-esque hand-wringing over getting > diagnosed once and for all?
I’m not familiar with hamlet-esque. I want a diagnosis and I’m writing things that help me make sense of the data in order to make a good decision that I won’t regret. This requires bouncing ideas off the collective. Sorry if it bothers you. Once I’ve found my way I’ll disappear and you’ll never hear from me again, these posts drifting off into the archives for future generations to read and laugh. > Actually, you sound like you DO enjoy "spending your life worrying > about it." After dozens of posts full of wailing and nashing, and you > still haven’t gotten any closer to feeling better and getting on with > your life. Sooner or later, you will have to move on from this topic, > and face the adult task of making a contribution that takes you beyond > this compulsive and endless self-regard.
As you’ve already discovered, I am not an adult. So perhaps such decisions are easy for you, but they are not for me. After the illness struck, it took me a year to work up the courage to get out and see a doctor. Why? Because whatever was wrong required constant management, and while active it affected both my mind and my body. This made it a huge feat to get out of the house, let alone see a doctor. Silly, yes. But even after I got better enough to make it out to the doc, he did some blood tests, threw up his hands, and offered me some drugs. So I continued managing, and the periods of remission got better to the point where I’m no longer a complete wreck when whatever is wrong is not active. When it becomes active, I’ve been through it so many times I know how to grin my teeth and I eventually come out the other end of the tunnel. But the whole situational trauma has affected my mind and left me tenser than I was. When you combine the fact that I refuse to be consciously sedated for my personal beliefs, and my mistrust of trusting myself to physicians, it becomes practically impossible to do the colonoscopy. Yes, piece of cake for you. But I’m not you. I have different views, and I’m coming from somewhere else. I don’t have any choice but to spend my life worrying about it. I’ve tried not seeing doctors and it didn’t work. I’ve tried seeing them and it didn’t work. I’m stranded in the middle of the ocean, so I have no choice but to keep swimming in different directions with the hope that one of them will lead me to land. You believe that I’m being completely foolish. You believe that there is a rescue boat right next to me, with a physician trying to throw me a lifesaver with the label, "colonoscopy". But there are sharks swimming near that lifesaver, and I don’t know where that lifeboat drops off people after rescuing them. While I still have some strength left I’d rather try and finish what I started, looking for that island that’s about to come into my sight as I patiently paddle into the empty horizon. Foolish you say. "That kids going to drown, why the fuck doesn’t he just grab the damn lifesaver and get over himself!?". But maybe if I keep going, I’ll find that island, and I’ll be extremely grateful for the fact that I didn’t get on your boat. Why are you so fascinated with my posts and feel compelled to compulsively reply? Is it because you are on the lifeboat, and you feel responsible if I drown before grabbing the lifesaver? Maybe. Or maybe it’s because you secretly romanticize about what life might’ve been like if you kept swimming instead of getting on that boat. Sure, you’re more relieved now that you’re on solid ground… but maybe your insides crave for something more, and as much as you’d hate to admit it to yourself, you wonder if maybe what I’m doing is satisfying that craving for a little bit of magic.
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>>Serological results could be had within 2 hours > You’ve obviously never had a Prometheus test. It’s not like a home > pregnancy test. > The blood has to be sent to the Prometheus facilities in California, > and after it arrives there, it can take up to a week to get results.
http://www.inovadx.com/refs/Prometheus051203.pdf *Laboratories can perform and monitor the assay in-house *Laboratories have control of turn-around times
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