This is actually something I meant to post a few weeks (months?) ago, back when The Bag of Health and Politics posted a similar article from medscape about Crohn's Disease.
Then I started doing my homework.
It will be nice to be Mistress of All Library and Information Things, but it would also be nice to be a blue jay. Since starting policy class, I've been communing more with the juvenile blue jays that visit the feeder, and I think I'll join their society instead.
Ha ha ha.
Did I mention that policy class begins by draining one's sense of humor?
Actually, the class is quite interesting. We're studying lots of anger-inducing subjects, such as patents, licensing, e-voting, and more. Studies show my use of the word "interesting" to have gone up two hundred eighteen percent since September 28. Studies also show A.'s flinging of thesauri has increased by three thousand percent.
My other class is about cataloging, which is something I should be able to handle in my sleep. However, there are multiple roadblocks like discussion boards, assignments and course texts that get in the way of watching Walker, Texas Ranger and naps. My discussion postings during naps have been unsuccessful.
Still, I hope that with good nutrition, beer and copious pills I should make it through the semester without any brain- or UC-related incidents. Last night, for example, A. and I were extremely hungry, so I reheated some mashed potatoes, made toast with honey, and fried up some chicken tenders in buttermilk-egg and rice krispy coating. For good measure I tossed the chicken in hot sauce and butter.
I feel great!
Unfortunately, A. doesn't. I walked by the bathroom this morning and heard, "Ow ow ow ow" accompanied by the requisite bathroom sounds.
I'd like to update more, once the semester is closer to being finished. The problem is as evidenced above: my UC is particularly quiet lately, and this blog usually serves as a venting ground for ass blowouts. However, I have (with the express approval of my speedy gastro man) started reducing my level of Imuran from 150 mg to 125. Woopwoop, I know, but my psyche feels happier. So far, all quiet on the poopypants front. Off to my figurative policy class now; licensing and standards and contracts, oh my!