I slowly open my eyes. It is still dark in on this crisp fall day, the howl of the wind blows the many fallen leaves across the parking of Gateway Village. The reds and oranges mix with the cold cement and inmates the ocean on a cold night. I sit up in my bed, searching through the darkness for my vision and my light switch. All of a sudden I grab my stomach with such quickness I slam my elbow against my wall. I feel as though I have just had my intestines put into a blender with shards of glass, jagged rocks, and I took a blow to the stomach with a metal baseball bat.
This pain is no stranger to me; it is an unwelcome visitor I have come to expect in my everyday life. It is caused by crohns disease; an inflammation in my colon. I have been plagued with this since the end of seventh grade. Until now it has just been nothing more than a random pain now and again throughout the day, and frequent visits to the d