I went and saw my gastroenterologist today ANNND, everything is fine.
Well, I still have Chrons, obviously. And I am having an episode flare up. What I mean by everything is fine is that I didn't injure myself like I thought.
See, remember when I was raving on about the Disprin all the time? How I was dowing them like lollies? Well, it was brought to my attention that Asprin disolves in the small intestine and that it's usually contra-indicated when there are any ulcers in the stomach or anywhere.
I kind of knew this, but thought since I was drinking Disprin it was disolving in my stomach and immediately and not floating down to my small intestine.
Anyway, I got really freaked out that i'd done some damage when this episode started and along came with it a lot of uncharacteristic pain. It was really very bad and sudden onset, I contemplated going to hospital and would have had I not already known they'd do sweet fuck all about it.
Anyway, that was all just seneseless fear and paranoia because the Asprin did me no harm, in fact Dr. Davis told me if I was I can keep taking it!
Because I started treatment really quickly the steroids have already started to do their work and now we're working on getting me off them as fast as is safe. (i'll be reducing my dosage by 5ml every 5 days.) Which is so so great because I hate the fuckers.
Study is coming along slowly but is still coming along. Mama has been a life-saver and has been testing me and making me snacks and she's been so wonderful and patient. I love her, how lovely for her to sit there for hours and test me on content that's half in Chinese?! Patience of an angel!
Last night there was quite a bit of excitement because of the big storm. A little before midnight half of the power went out. It was really strange because the TV still worked (Thank god, Wimbledon started last night, it would've been a house of horrors if Mama couldn't watch.) and a lamp downstairs still worked, which was good because I was cutting out all my notes and Fabian (darling heart that he is) was helping me stick them onto pieces of card so other people can test me.
It's a fair warning to not come very near me over the next 2 weeks. I'll probably absent mindedly listen to what you're saying with glazed over eyes and then shove a wad of well constructed study notes into your hands and demand you test me.
Anyway. Fab and I made our way up the stairs into the darkness that was my upstairs and somehow managed to make the bed in the dark and just before climbing in I stepped in a giant puddle of gatorade.
See, i've been having to drink elecrolyte drinks lately because I've been losing too much fluids. I obviously didn't shut one of the bottles properly and in the dark didn't notice I'd knocked in over and created a giant sticky puddle. So, in the incredibly dim light Fabian and I were losing our shit laughing (not literally, by this stage my steroids had finally started to work.) at me hopping around the room trying to find a towel to drop into the puddle until the next day when it was bright enough to see.
Well, I finally found a towel and as I was blindly mopping up the mess i'd made all these flashing yellow lights started coming in through my window.
The trucks had arrived!! Three massive trucks were jammed into my street with these brave men being lifted high into the air to fix the power lines! I loved it! It was so cool and exciting, Fab and I stared out the window in our pyjamas until the lights all came back on and then we cheered the men outside.
It's strange to think I have such a love-hate relationship with trucks. I can't help but love some of them, fire trucks for example - they just fill me with joy! Full of brave men going to do a really important job and that truck is a big red moving machine of hope for someone. It saves lives.
Last nights trucks, big, flashing lights again came to save the day.
Then there are the trucks I hate, the big, pollution makers that are too wide to fit in one lane and that could squish my car in a second. They clog up my air and represent so much what we're doing to the environment.
Not to mention the moving truck I u-turned into a few years ago - lucky to get away with just half my car being torn off. And I mean, come on, thanks god I'm still around or you guys wouldn't have this blog to read.
Time to go back to study.
Love Nani x
