Professor Gregory House, M.D.

December 20, 2010

I’m in the middle of a flair, I think. Comes and goes. Last night and this morning were rough.


I had a dream. In my dream Dr. House was my professor. I do not think that I was in class, exactly, but I was certainly under the supervision of a T.A. at the time. This T.A. was on a power trip, I suppose, and told me I was not allowed to go to the bathroom (when does this happen in real life? Not often.). So, I ran to Dr. House and told him how his T.A. was being horribly insensitive towards my condition, and to get him to behave properly. Dr. House seemed somewhat sardonically amused by the situation and told off the T.A., at which point I went off to the bathroom, where they had curtains instead of stall doors. Then something like the apocalypse occurred, we all started running out of the bathrooms, and I woke up.

My subconscious really likes to tell people off. I would be righteously indignant a lot more often in real life if I could think of something cleverly demeaning to say on the spot to make the person understand how much worse of a human being they are than I, but realistically I usually only think of what I would have said an hour or so later.


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.


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.


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.

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.

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.


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.)


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.