My name is Adrianne Klobusnik.
About one year ago, it will be one year in august, I was diagnosed with ITP. That was the day my life changed a lot more than I thought it would or ever possibly could.
I was suddenly extremely sick with an upper respiratory infection, coughing up blood, and hocking back blood as well. I was absolutely covered in bruises. This wasn't too unusual considering I've always been much more pale than almost anyone else. But this bruising was different. I was also covered in petechiae and didn't understand why. My bleeding was also getting worse. I had figured that it was from being on the pill on and off for a while.
I had never had my blood drawn prior to this event and had always been terrified of needles. Honestly, I still get pretty upset when they have to draw my blood and can't stand looking even in the general direction of the nurse. I had also never needed to go to the hospital for anything except a cat scan as a kid from falling.
Within the last year I have been hospitalized twice due to my ITP acting up. The first time I went into the hospital my count was 2,000. The second time I went it was 5,000. My mother being a registered nurse, and a bit tight near the pocketbook, decided that I was only to go to the doctor when my symptoms told me that my count was low. Needless to say, my doctor wanted to strangle me for not coming in for a follow-up after my first hospitalization, and I've had to get my blood drawn once a week for the past month. I've also been tapering down from a high dosage of Prendisone since June 16th or so.
Lately I've been doing alright. I've had to drop out of college due to financial issues. I was trying to get my bachelor's in culinary management. I do not let my illness suppress my dreams. Even though working in a kitchen has the capability of being very dangerous to someone with ITP, I refuse to stop what I love doing, I just know how careful I truly have to be. I also know that I have to stop smoking eventually to keep myself as healthy as possible. What I don't know is if I'll ever actually be able to want to do it, in order to be successful in quitting. I also fear the prospect of a splenectomy.
Honestly I'm scared out of my mind as far as ITP goes. I know that I can't let the fear control my life and the things that I do. The thing is, that's very difficult. The prendisone is one of the things that bothers me most. I hate the breakouts, the migraines, the aches, the fatigue, the heartburn, and the changes in my mood. There aren't a lot of opportunities to talk to anyone who would come close to understanding any of what I'm going through. Hopefully someone reading this could. Part of me just needs to know that I'm not alone, even if, in retrospect, that's a terrible thing to want. I wouldn't wish any of this upon anyone.