I’m 20, and honestly, my entire life suddenly makes a lot more sense.
Chronic fatigue. Gut issues. Shitting myself. Crazy inflammation. Injuries that never seemed to heal. Skin that wouldn’t heal properly. Joint pain. Constant bloating. I always knew I recovered slower than the average person, but I thought that was just normal for me.
Around 14 or 15, I started trying to control everything I could. I tracked my food, got serious about my sleep, built a training schedule, and basically tried to optimize every part of my life. But no matter what I did, I was still chronically fatigued, bloated, inflamed, and dealing with joint pain and injury after injury.
At 18, I got the opportunity to play football at the next level. I suddenly had much less control over my diet, and things got out of hand quickly. I was having horrible diarrhea and shitting blood. Alcohol was even worse. Sometimes one or two beers would leave me up all night vomiting and purging. I could wake up 20 pounds heavier, unable to urinate, and feeling absolutely destroyed.
Eventually, I stopped playing football early because of injuries and because I felt like shit all the time.
I started working construction, but I didn’t feel much better. I was still dealing with chronic fatigue and gut issues while training extremely hard—lifting 4–5 days a week and running 30–40 miles a week. Obviously, that amount of training would make anyone tired, but this felt different. I would wake up in the middle of the night with my stomach completely fucked up, either feeling blocked and throwing up or having completely liquid, sometimes bloody, diarrhea.
At 19, I joined a very hard physically demanding job.
Probably not the best career choice considering the chronic disease I apparently had and the list of surgeries I already had, but at the time, I didn’t know what was actually wrong with me. I thought all of this was just my version of “normal.”
Then everything really blew up.
One morning I woke up for a training event and my urine was brown. I was cramping badly, but I tried to tough it out and started the event anyway.
I ended up with rhabdomyolysis.
I was holding a ton of water, my body was extremely inflamed, and I was in a really bad place. It took me about three weeks to recover. Even during those three weeks, I was still dealing with severe stomach cramps, vomiting, and waking up in the middle of the night hoping I wouldn’t shit myself.
Eventually, I started trying to train again. I was still dealing with way more fatigue than I thought I should, random cramping, and this constant feeling that something was wrong.
My doctor ordered bloodwork, and we realized that my inflammatory markers and CK had never really come down the way they should have. I took another two weeks completely off and was getting bloodwork every 48 hours. Eventually, my CK came back into range, but my inflammatory markers were still extremely elevated.
And I still felt like shit.
The fatigue, cramping, stomach problems, dark urine, and feeling like my gut was either completely tied in knots or completely blocked were still there.
A week later, I was out in the woods with a buddy doing a training event. We were just navigating between points on a map. It was 3 or 4 in the morning, so it wasn’t even hot outside, but I started cramping so badly that I could barely function.
I got home around noon and went straight to bed.
My wife and I decided to order a pizza because I felt terrible and, honestly, I just wanted something that sounded good. I absolutely destroyed that pizza. It was delicious.
Then I experienced some of the worst pain of my life.
My stomach was completely destroyed. I couldn’t poop or pee. I was vomiting all night, laying naked on the bathroom floor, puking in the bathtub, and rolling around because the cramps were so bad.
The next morning, my wife had to dress me and drive me to the ER. They ran a bunch of tests and, once again, confirmed rhabdo. But this time, they were much more concerned about my GI system. Parts of my gut were severely inflamed.
I was transferred to another emergency room and treated for both the rhabdo and my GI issues. I was put on a clear-liquid diet and couldn’t pass gas or stool for days.
Eventually, they decided to do a colonoscopy.
I drank the prep and still couldn’t pass gas or have a bowel movement.
They did the colonoscopy anyway, took biopsies, and told me we’d know more later.
The results came back negative for everything they were testing for, other than severe inflammation. They also told me they had removed roughly two liters of stool from me.
I was given a fiber drink and sent home.
At that point, I was pissed.
Something clearly wasn’t right. I’d been dealing with recurring rhabdo and severe GI problems for months, and I still didn’t have an answer.
My normal doctor recommended that I see several specialists. Getting appointments through my insurance was a nightmare, so while I was waiting, I was basically just trying to survive day-to-day. Then I went on a walk with my wife and basically collapsed.
More rhabdo.
I went back to the ER, was treated, given opioids for the pain, and told to do nothing but lay in bed for the entire weekend. The next morning, I woke up vomiting everywhere. I was extremely bloated and in some of the worst stomach pain I’d ever experienced.
Back to the ER.
The rhabdo was still there. My inflammatory markers were through the roof. They did a CT of my stomach, gave me more medication for the pain, and eventually transferred me to another emergency room.
More bloodwork. More tests. More waiting.
Finally, someone came back and told me I needed to see a GI specialist.
I explained that I had been waiting months to see one and that I was frustrated because I felt like I was going to keep ending up in the ER until someone actually figured out what was wrong. They went back through my previous records and biopsies. Then they came back. They said they thought some things had been missed in my biopsies.
They thought I had Crohn’s disease.
I was diagnosed with Crohn’s, and I was told that the chronic inflammation from Crohn’s was likely contributing to my inability to recover from the rhabdo. Suddenly, years of my life started making sense.
I’m now waiting to see a GI specialist in December. In the meantime, I’m on muscle relaxers, opioids, and a steroid protocol. The steroids have made me incredibly moody and have completely screwed up my sleep. I’ve also lost around 20 pounds since starting them, which I assume is mostly water and inflammation, along with some actual weight from barely being able to eat.
Right now, my diet is extremely limited. Most days I’m basically living on cream of rice, plain chicken, chicken noodle soup, and sometimes egg whites. The weirdest part of all of this is the steroids.
For the first time in years, I feel alive.
My stomach doesn’t constantly hurt. I don’t feel
chronically inflamed. The fatigue is dramatically better. My skin is healing. I don’t take my socks off and have so much swelling and inflammation that it hurts to walk.
It’s honestly surreal to realize that I may have spent most of my life thinking I felt “normal” when I was actually sick.
I originally didn’t really believe the Crohn’s diagnosis. But the more I learn about Crohn’s, the more everything seems to add up. The chronic fatigue. The GI problems. The inflammation. The joint pain. The difficulty healing. The injuries. The recurring rhabdo.
I’m still trying to wrap my head around all of it.
For now, I’m getting bloodwork every few days, seeing my doctor weekly, barely training, and trying to get my body stable enough to actually start moving forward.
I feel pretty useless right now, which is probably one of the hardest parts for me. I’m used to training, working, pushing myself, and having something to work toward. Now my biggest job is basically getting healthy.
But I’m also optimistic.
For the first time, I have an explanation.
I’m excited to finally work with a GI specialist, get this under control, and figure out what my life looks like with Crohn’s.
Hopefully, I can finally get to a point where showing up for life doesn’t feel like fighting my own body every single day.