Friday, January 17, 2014

Post #117: I could medal in this kind of running (or at least place)

Different kind of running.....
Confidential to the lady in the grey spandex-you might want to invest in some different pants because I CAN SEE YOUR REPRODUCTIVE ORGANS geeze. 
Hello again blog! Welcome to 2014! Happy New Year to everyone who reads this blog and their colons/various digestive apparatuses. 

I could go in a lot of different directions in this post; how it's my two year diagnosis anniversary; how it's been a full year on my scary injectible medicine; how various colon attacks ruined both Thanksgiving AND my birthday dinner. 

However, this is a blog post about how people don't know shit about Crohn's (see what I did there? eh? eh?). 

This week I volunteered to help cook a meal for an area non-profit, and I ran into a family friend who I hadn't seen in a decade or so. She and her family were a definite fixture of my childhood; her daughter and I got into all kinds of mischief at various holiday dinners, and amused each other while the adults were being boring by sneaking away to the basement and pretending we knew how to play pool (I still don't). 

I was more than happy to see her, and we shared cell phone pics of our family members while dressed in ugly borrowed aprons, surrounded by huge vats of boiling water. Then came the inevitable question: what have you been up to? 

I kind of came to the decision that I would not lie about my current situation with people close to me, and since this woman had known me since birth I didn't feel the need to rattle off the jobs/hobbies/volunteer work I was into two years ago, pre-Crohn's. I told her I had been diagnosed with Crohn's and I wasn't working that much. 

Family friend (FF): Crohn's? What's that? 
Me: Oh, it's a disease of the digestive system. (blank stare) An inflammatory bowel disease? 
FF: Oooooooh ok. So, you get the runs a lot? 

Let's pause. 

OH HOW I HATE THAT PHRASE. Having "the runs" sounds kind of comical; I picture a comedian with their knees fixed together, kind of crab walking heroically toward the bathroom. Subtext: they probably won't make it, and that's funny! It's funny to lose control of your bodily functions in public! There is a cinematic tradition of using poop as a comedy prop, whether someone gets turned upside down in a port-o-potty (see: Jackass, the movie), clogs the toilet of a potential date (see: Along Came Polly, a thousand others), or just completely loses control of their bowels all together (see: Bridesmaids). In the last two examples, the characters have "the runs" due to food poisoning. They're sick, but it's still funny when they humiliate themselves. I guess I never appreciated that distinction before I got to deal with an AAC on a full time basis; I certainly laughed along with everyone else in the movie theater, but now it seems like kind of a cheap laugh, and one that hits a littttttle to close to home. 

Beyond any comedic connotations, "the runs" is just a coarse phrase. It's one of those cases where the word that describes the act is equally as disgusting or off-putting. Maybe it's because I use the word so much (to my friends, family, physicians, mailman....) but the word diarrhea doesn't gross me out the way "the runs" or (even worse!) "the squirts" do. At least "diarrhea" is somewhat respectable, and compared to the other terms, it's downright dignified. And when it comes down to it, I think that's what pisses me off the most: giving what to me (and a lot of other people) is a painful, unpleasant, occasionally debilitating condition a nickname is not respectful. It makes light of a situation that may be funny in the movies, but isn't funny in my real life. 

Back to the conversation: 

Me: Yeah sometimes. That's a part of it. 
FF: Well, that's too bad. 
Me (not really wanting to continue the conversation): Yup. 

Argh. Part of me wanted to justify just how much more Crohn's is than just a bout of diarrhea now and then: but wait! Don't you want to hear about the daytime pain? The night time pain? The endless doctor's appointments? The invasive tests? The dehydration? The malnutrition? The side effects from the meds? The sore joints? The night sweats? The hair loss!? I CAN TELL YOU ALL THE WAYS THIS DISEASE SUCKS!

But it wasn't the time or place, and I'm not the official ambassador for IBD. It's just frustrating to have someone reduce your experience to a piece of slang that doesn't begin to encompass the day to day struggles of Crohn's. Today, for instance, I ate peas for the first time in like 6 months and worried about that and had a lot of bowel movements and now I have a pain in my right side and I'm tired. And this was a good day! I ate out at a restaurant and ran errands and went shopping, all while keeping in mind where the nearest bathroom might be located. 

The last time I ate out and went shopping, a week ago, I was in the middle of Crate and Barrel when I felt that special feeling (cold sweat, cramps, pain) and knew I had about 2.5 minutes to make it to a bathroom or poop on the showroom floor. I did indeed have "the runs" and I did have to actually run to a bathroom and no, it wasn't funny, even a little bit. 

I know there is no succinct way to express this reality to people. I get it. 

If nothing else, what I take from this conversation is the desire to be more open and receptive when other people try to tell me things about their lives. To not assume I know all the answers, and to try not to belittle or reduce their experiences in any way. I'll try not to be as ass about whatever they disclose, and I'll let them tell me what it's like. 

Which I would have done with this family friend, if I thought she really wanted to know.