The many (vid) faces of Rowasa

The flare is definitely not going away. I called the doctor, who chastised me through her nurse for forgetting my appointment, and then prescribed a month's worth of Rowasa. (After clicking, scroll down for the amusing how-to pictures. I didn't know you were supposed to take your clothes off first.)

Anyway, yippee! If there's one thing I've missed these last three years, it's the good ol' mesalamine enema. Yay! But there really is no one way to describe my feelings on the subject, so I'll emulate Steve Martin, except I'll let Youtube do it better.


Folkloric

The description really matches the situation at hand. Well, mostly:
The classic tale of the brave little Dutch boy who kept his finger in a leak in the dike all night long, preventing the damage from spreading, and so saved his town from a devastating flood. Inspiring story of a courageous small boy.

Memeish

If you don't know what what it is, I can't tell. I suppose if I were feeling genuinely memeish, I would make my own vid to this and dance around in my nightgown, shaking up a dose for the camera.

Long term serious/mawkish

I'll make love to you. Because girl. You know I love you. And our love. It's all about putting it anywhere.

Aaaaand
The Conviviality of Daily Life

Yeaaaa.


During this flare, I've noticed that as the cramping and pain begins, I simultaneously feel a huge sweeping wave of relaxing weariness - like I'm about to pass out, except (hopefully. Jesus.) without the oxygen loss. It's both relaxing and creepy. Is this mind over matter at work? I've used a little sing-songy "Relax relax relax dumbass relax" in the past to chill out, so I guess it's possible that my body has been coerced into thinking gut cramps equal meditation time.

Time to go to the bathroom again.