What is Interstitial Cystitis?

What is Interstitial Cystitis?


Interstitial Cystitis is the worst bladder infection you've ever had, except no bacteria is present, there is no cure, many foods make it worse, and separate treatments have maybe 1/3 of a chance of helping. The only true "treatment" is treating the pain, as its usually the only thing that will work. Even patients who've had their bladders removed still experience the pain. Doctors don't know what causes it or how to get rid of it but have many theories.



Need to find a doctor in your area who actually knows how to deal with IC humanely? Click here.

These are the new guidelines for diagnosing IC. If your doctor isn't using these then I suggest you find a new one who keeps up to date.

You can find the IC safe collaborated recipes between me and my step dad here.
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Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Interstitial Cystitis Returns

My symptoms were so minor I believed I was going into remission, or at least the cold fronts wouldn't do much harm to me. You couldn't really call what passed a cold front because we kept the AC on, but my body certainly felt it. I'm taking my heaviest meds and sitting on a heating pad in hopes of stopping it from becoming worse before work, and it's completely drained my motivation to do any of the activities I usually enjoy.

All the hope I had earlier of lasting a whole year at a job is basically gone now. If such a minor front could hurt me enough to distract me from my favorite activities, then how bad is it going to be when the major ones start rolling through? I know I positively won't be able to work the 20 hours a week that I do now. As a cashier, there's a lot of walking and standing involved. I already asked about accommodations for a wheel chair and all they had to do was point at the space in the stall.

There's only two registers in one stall, and it's not wide enough for a wheel chair or short enough for one. They could possibly let me sit on a stool, but half of my job is walking around straightening up product. In short, once I get that bad, I think they'll let me go.

My mom has already proven to be very disappointed in me and on the verge of labeling me a hypochondriac from last year despite me being fine this whole summer. If I did lose the job I'd face verbal abuse all day since she works even less hours than I do.

I know stress makes IC worse, but how can I not be stressed in this predicament? If I just had someone to say, "It will be alright. Just do what you can," my stress levels would be so much lower. My family is also saying that I'm "projecting" what will happen to me and so it will happen. which sounds more like they think magic is real to me. I wasn't thinking anything bad was going to happen until that surprise cold front hit and I had to run to the bathroom every two hours and had the worse day at work yet since we only have two people working there at a time, making bathroom breaks guilt-filled.

I wanted to go back to school for teaching since I was doing so much better, but I don't think that will ever be possible. I'm going to have to look into web design or some other stay at home job that isn't a scam just so I don't feel worthless all over again.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Always keep this picture in mind while at a doctor's office



My first urologist demanded I have a hydro to be officially diagnosed. I knew I had IC for three years based on food triggers, remissions, STDs being ruled out, and finding the ICN support group.

For someone my age (19) it could have only been cancer, an STD, a stone, or IC. STD was ruled out. I didn't visit a doctor about my IC after the first one told me to go get a scope for diagnoses until just last year. So three years of on and off pain, a year of remission, and nothing else happening meant it wasn't cancer and not a stone.

It was painless way to rule out everything else.

Now my first Uro was a kind lady. She gave me a hug when I started to cry. I cry easily, especially when frightened, and I'd rather fight a shark than have a scope done on me while awake. (Actually, I'd fight a shark just to do it.. I love marine biology and know they're pussies if they can't get a stealth attack in, but alas, this blog isn't about fish).

She left me alone in the room with my boyfriend to make the decision. And that was the picture that popped into my head and made the decision. What was wrong with her? The new guidelines clearly stated hydros were USELESS for diagnosing and scopes were only need in complicated cases such as ulcers, which I did not have or else I would have been screaming the whole car ride over. What is wrong with these doctors? Don't they read guidelines? When I confronted her WITH A PAPER FROM THE ICA that had the new guidelines she said, "Well, that's just how we do things around here." Kind of like when you were a kid and your parents would win any argument just by saying "My house, my rules." It was patronizing to the extreme.

Thankfully I had researched hydros months before the appointment and found that its basically a 50/50 chance of it helping or permanently hurting you. Not worth the risk.

I walked out, still thinking of that picture.

I'm very happy I did. I found my dream urologist who doesn't even charge a co-pay, gives free samples of anything you request, listens, and also provides tips on day-to-day life and letting me know that GMC sells quercetin pretty cheap, and that yes it helps IC (something I already knew, but I didn't know GMC sold it for much cheaper than Cysta-Q). She also gave advice how to get rid of the toilet stains the Utira-C would cause.. and basically.. just treated everything by informing me of everything she knew that wasn't directly medical related, but would certainly help me live my life easier.

Dr. Grumpy on his blog made a post about "That Lady Doctor" which gives out free meds, prescribes anti-biotics for UTIs at 2 A.M., speaks to patients in stores, gives free medical care, and other such things. He was being sarcastic. But you know what? Both my uro and GP are "That Lady Doctor." They exist, much to his disbelief, and those are the ones you need to find.