Post Secret

September 18, 2010

Featured this week on Post Secret:

Every time I Poop, I make a wish!

Honestly, who has time to wait around for a shooting star?

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Back to School

August 30, 2010

Blogging to fill the time between eating lunch and leaving my appartment. Seriously, if I left right now it would be a half hour (spent walking) before I was at a bathroom, and I would start to need one about 10 minutes in. So I wait at home, let it all sink in, then bathroom, then errands.

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Saturday was a driving day. At least four hours in the car, broken up variously, and that takes some intense planning for a Crohnsite. I  wanted to minimize eating while actually driving, which meant that before we left I had to eat a pretty substantial, protein filled lunch without going to the greasy or otherwise problematic foods. I ended up going with meatballs, which worked out well.

We had reservations at a great place in Stamford for dinner that night, and after an excellent meal, out came the desert menu. There was an almond cream tart with raspberries, and with very little hope I asked the waitress if the almond cream portion was cream with almond flavoring or if it was actually made from almond milk. And since I’m blogging about the experience you can probably guess that it was made with almond milk! Almond cookie topped with a thick almond cream and whole raspberries, topped with a mint garnish and a dark chocolate drizzle. (I wanted to paste in the menu description but it isn’t on the online menu.) You cannot imagine how incredible this was. I was in heaven.

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And now I’m back at school, armed with physical copies of my scripts so the pharmacies don’t give me a hard time, ready to take on the world. Or probably just my next semester of classes at this point. Classes now, world later.

New News

August 25, 2010

Wow, I was starting writing this thing with a nonchalant reference to “my trip,” and then realized that I haven’t told the internet about this yet! How could I forget?? So, before I get to the intended content of today’s post, let me say officially that I will be spending the first few months of 2011 in… Egypt! My spring semester this year is going to comprise various seminars on Egypt/archaeology/Egyptology, coloquial Arabic classes, an archaeological excavation in the oasis, and finally a month of travel to all the cool sites, well known and otherwise. This is going to take some doing as a Crohn’s patient. Filling scripts is not easy, nor is the mail reliable. I will be carrying in everything I need (plus some emergency antibiotics) for upwards of 3 months. Once I get there, staying healthy and minimally Crohnsie is going to be a matter of (luck and) eating very very carefully. We have a chef who cooks family style for everybody at the dig house, and I’ll be making very good friends with him, then remaining extremely vigilant about what I eat. I’ll also have a stash of my own food (I hear from a previous student with celiac that protein bars are great, and lots of people have liked having a jar of peanut butter) to fill in the gaps. Even so, all the first timers in Egypt get “Pharaoh’s Revenge,” which is 3 days of diarrhea, stomach cramps, and vomiting. Sweet. At least I won’t be the only one.

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And now back to our regularly scheduled programming!

So this morning I went to see the doctor, to check in before I go back to school, and also to get everything squared away for my trip (there it is). I waited in the room for an hour and a half before he showed up. But once he did, I got hard copies of my scripts to take back to New York (a preemptive strike against the evil pharmacies of New York City) and some for Egypt so I can work out the kinks on the vacation override in advance. We also decided it’s likely that I am both lactose intolerant and sensitive to milk fat, but I don’t have time to get the test right now, so we’re just going to keep doing what works without the official test.

Oh, and he broke it to me that I’m going to need another colonoscopy next year. Awesome. I love that. Last time I had a colonoscopy was in ’06, and I spent the rest of the night hunched over on the couch with awful leg cramps that somehow resulted from the anesthesia (take home lesson: don’t let a man named Igor administer your morphine). That probably won’t happen again, but it still makes me nervous. Number 3, here I come.

Today I finally got through the month’s worth of emails I had been neglecting, and I found among my Twitter requests one from Baron Gottsacker, who has an upcoming website, Adapt Cookbook, that I’m so excited for! It’s a cookbook that is designed to be Crohn’s friendly, which is perfect for me! It even seems to be lactose free, leaning towards organic. I would probably change the recipes myself to be less organic, maybe soy milk instead of “lactose free organic milk”. The website isn’t fully functional yet, but it should be shortly and then I’ll start trying recipes; I can’t wait!

Work All Day

August 18, 2010

I’ve been working on Newbury Street for about a month now (almost done, then back to school!), and for my whole time there one thing has remained more or less constant; my Crohn’s is on its best behavior at work. Why? It doesn’t make a lick of sense. On my way to and from work it can be terrible! Which is frustrating because, as I mentioned before, there are precious few public restrooms in Boston, or really anywhere else for that matter. There is one between my house and the first bus stop, but it is at the very end of the half-hour walk, which is less than useful 10 minutes in. In between Boston Common and Newbury Street there’s the Info Center, the Frog Pond, and the Taj on Arlington and Newbury. Hotels are generally a pretty good (and friendly!) bet.

But of course once I’m at work, where there is a bathroom, no issues. I can’t really complain about this, because it’s nice not to be interrupted at work, but still. I would prefer if my morning walk/bus/train/walk was just as calm.

Ugh. I just typed this all up and then it erased it when I hit publish. Take 2.

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Even though it was literally a hundred degrees out, I did not have ice cream for dinner on Tuesday. I had sushi. (The power went out at my house so my family went out to dinner, and you don’t say no to sushi.) But I had ice cream right after dinner. I had a taster each of a ginger snappy thing and malted Oreo cookie (my ice cream shop calls Oreo ice cream “hydrox” for reasons unbeknownst to me), and eventually went with a micro (the real small, since “small” in ice cream shop speak seems to mean “lots”) of regular old non-malted hydrox. And with it, 2 Lactaid pills. One before the tasters, and one before the micro just to be safe.

Either it didn’t work, or I was in for a rough night anyway. I could not tell you. All I know is that today is the 5th day in a row the temperature has been above 90, and I will not be having ice cream again tonight, nor any other time soon. I’ll stick to my iced coffee with goat’s milk (and by the way, yum).

Side note on goat’s milk: I’ve had this in a few things so far and it’s scrumptious. Ooey gooey animal fat. I love it. In cooking, you absolutely cannot tell the difference. In other stuff you can definitely taste the goatyness of it. But it does not, as I feared, make your coffee/smoothie/whatever taste like chevre. The taste that separates goat cheese from cow cheese is in there, but the cheese flavor itself isn’t. I don’t know why I  thought it would be, but I did, and it isn’t. (Thank god.)

Where’s The Love?

July 6, 2010

I wanted to post on this last week, but for some reason I never got around to it. Even though I’m sitting at a desk 8 hours a day with tons of free time to wander around on the internet.

I take the MBTA bus and train into work every day, which typically takes 1.5 hours. Once I get off the train, it’s a 15 or 20 minute walk to my office, during which I inevitably have to use the bathroom, not having done so since breakfast an hour and a half earlier. But since all this is taking place at 8am, the only truly public restroom nearby is not yet open, and I have to hunt for someplace else. The thing is that most places these days don’t have bathrooms that they’re going to let you into. They don’t want to pay for the water. But do you know what? I’m much more likely to give my business to a store that is thoughtful and neighborly enough to allow me free access to their bathroom (even if I’m not buying something at that particular moment). They would make up the water bill in higher sales from satisfied customers. If everybody opened their restrooms to the public, and then didn’t pressure you into buying something to use it, then the individual demand would be very low. I could go here, or I could go next door. No single store would be paying for everyone in the vicinity to use the bathroom.

And even if they did not, it is the right thing to do. A little boy is about to pee his pants. Do you let him use the bathroom and save him the embarrassment and discomfort, not to mention his parents’, or do you turn him away? A young professional is on her way to an important interview, but she desperately needs to go to the bathroom. Do you help her make her interview on time and unsoiled, or do you tell her it’s not your problem?

For some reason, as a society we have lost our good will towards one another. Rather than being kind to those around us, our first instinct is to ask “how will this benefit me?” and when in doubt, we opt to act unkindly.

I promise I will never quote the Bible at you again, but come on people, love thy neighbor.

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In other news, I have recently discovered that I get migraines. Add that to my long list of physical ailments. (I’ve always sort of hoped that having Crohn’s meant I was off the hook for other non-related stuff because, really, how much can one person take? I was gonna get out of diabetes, Alzheimer’s, all that stuff. I guess not.)

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Update: In other, other news, the temperature here has just officially reached 100F. Not even heat index, oh no. That’s the actual air temperature. The heat index is 104. This has always meant ice cream for dinner in my family. Today, for me, it means ice cream and a pair of Lactaid pills. Nothing will stop me.