You might have Crohn’s disease, and a doctor who is a closeted foodie, if he looks at your CT and says, “Your small intestine looks like overcooked bucatini…”
Translation: Diffuse bowel wall thickening (edema), narrowed intestinal lumen, and gremlins. Ey, Maaaario! Eesa Crohn’s Disease-uh! It seems the Crohn’s is just too active for the balloon enteroscopy to have done an ounce of good. I did manage to catch myself a nice little viral infection in the process, though. Bonus.
Seems like I’ve been here before, seems so familiar, seems like I’m slipping into a flare within a flare. (lyrics altered slightly to fit my purposes) 😉
(P.S. I start prednisone again next week (Remicade is on order (geez, so many parentheticals(I love them))) – get out before it’s too late!)
(P.P.S. MJK really needs to release a remastered version of the album Opiate. I can’t even listen to that shit anymore with as tinny as it sounds. Maynard, get yo’ shit together!)
(P.P.S.P.S? (too much P?) More IV fluids administered yesterday, and more coming my way tomorrow – kidneys are holding up well)
I feel it’s prudent to share one of my less detrimental, yet highly annoying habits. Books. I have hundreds of them, half of them I haven’t read, then a quarter of those remaining, I started but didn’t finish because I picked up another book and started to read that instead. It’s not that I get bored, it’s that I want to read ALL THE BOOKS RIGHT NOW.
I don’t know if this is what they call ADD, or just being a typical scatter brain, but I would assume that a large portion of our household goods shipping weight is a combination of textbooks and pleasure reading material (Manchild has just as many books as I do). I haven’t been to an actual used bookstore in ages. There was one in Worthington in an old church that my Mom took me to, and we’d literally spend ALL day there, often times closing the place down. When I discovered Amazon sells used books from private sellers, it was all kinds of badness. I’m averaging the addition of five books per month. At this current rate, plus all of the piles of books already residing next to my bed, on my desk, on the coffee table, and in the bookshelves, I won’t need accelerent when it comes time to cleanse the house with fire. I won’t even talk about the cookbooks that have completely taken over the kitchen. I could just go digital, but I’ve voiced my preference for print books many times.
Why am I talking about this? Well, I’m finally 75% through a book that was recommended to me by a dear friend, and I’ve got three more on the way from internet used book-land. I gave up on Game of Thrones because the big bearded glacier who wrote them shouldn’t have allowed them to be released on Kindle. It makes my eyeballs hurt. With new books on the way, I have to make sure I finish my current read before they arrive.
An anti-self-help book, a collection of Calvin & Hobbes comics, and a book about gender medicine; how women differ from men from diagnosis to treatment, an important and often overlooked variable in medical care.
This is mostly for MC, but it sounds entertaining. I absorb the self-help genre by osmosis. I guess this makes me lame.
Who doesn’t love Calvin and Hobbes? They’re the best! Fuck Family Circus and Garfield.
I don’t know how enlightening this will be, or if it’ll be a little too ‘heavy’ and dry, but I’m hoping to gain some useful insight from it to share with some of the jerkfaces. I need to remember to finish my written thoughts on gender bias in medicine. It’s a doozie.
Tomorrow is surgery day, which means there will be much more reading in my near future.