Hello, day nine of National Health Blog Post Month . Oh yes, I’ve neglected plenty of days, but I am enjoying playing along when I can. You can follow along on Twitter, too! #NHBPM, y’all.
You’re welcome for that pun. Flare package… care package… get it? Today I’m supposed to tell you about the ultimate care package for people with IBD. But the thing is, everyone with IBD is different. I’m pretty fortunate. I’ve never had surgery or an ostomy… and you need different booty supplies if you have different needs. What I can tell you about is what I need to survive a flare. My ultimate flare package.
Flushable wipes. A staple in any IBD’ers bathroom, these become especially important during a flare. When you’re running to the bathroom all day long, you want to take extra care of your tush. It’s as simple as that.
A television series on DVD. Movies are great, but they only last a couple hours. If you get sucked into a good TV series on DVD, you can occupy entire weeks watching episode after episode. How I Met Your Mother, Dawson’s Creek, and Sex and the City are some of my favorites to help waste away the hours.
Hoodies and sweatpants! I mean, first of all, they are super comfy — what else could you lounge for hours wearing? But second, and maybe more important, when you’re running to the bathroom all day, zippers and buttons are annoying. Finally, the pesky steroids that help put flares in remission also cause weight gain. Boo.
My pal and fellow IBDer, Jessica, modeling the latest in pajama and hoodie fashions.
Blankets, pillows, and a comfy place to spend the days. I sleep all day long when I’m in a bad flare. When IBD patients are flaring, they lose a lot of blood and can become anemic. I do, and end up sleeping for hours and hours, day and night.
Kleenex for my mood swings. Oh, do I get moody when I’m flaring. It’s not unheard of for me to have hour long cry-fests about nothing in particular. The tissues come in handy.
Good friends who understand. At the end of the day, there’s nothing that gets me through the tough times better than talking to people who really understand what I am going through. My friends with IBD truly make a world of difference for me. I love them dearly and don’t know what I’d do without them!
With some of my loves at a fundraiser. Three Crohnies and one fella with ulcerative colitis.
What about you? Whether you have a chronic illness or not, what gets you through sick days?