Hot To Lose Weight?
Get Crohn's disease
It would explain why I somehow lost ten pounds over the summer, yet the steroids (which I am no longer on) put them all back; just in time for the early onset of fall and winter, the seasons for packing the pounds for the weather, and I'm lethargic against my own liking that I've no energy to go to the gym. Damn.
But seriously, I'm pretty sure I have inflammatory bowels disease. At least, the surgeon my GI referred to me says so, who is trying at all cost to AVOID doing surgery on me, and quite understandably so, because I was freaking out like nuts when I heard about that option from the GI over the phone couple days prior.
Regarding the mutant ilium: there's this bit of tissue that's connecting a part of my lower intestines to itself -- kind of like a shortcut -- which is called an intestinal fistula. It is unknown whether it got there by birth, the disease itself or the C.diff., but it shouldn't be there, and that would explain one of the options of surgery the GI mentioned (the other one would be a trip up to L.A. for a different kind of colonoscopy that involves some sort of balloon in order to get a proper biopsy), which, thankfully, the surgeon, who is an expert in Crohn's disease, I would assume (we were skeptical at first, Mom and I), declined, but he will need to discuss that with my GI and the others. Either way, this fistula, among the evident swelling of the intestines in my second CT scan, seems to be visual confirmation that I am effed for the rest of my life until they find a cure for this auto-immune disorder. Ironically, my father has an auto-immune disease called psoriasis, and his father had a serious ulcer that left him almost bleeding to death that about 90 percent of his intestine were removed; had to eat like abird for the rest of his life until in his 90s.
Thanks, Dad and Gramps
So there might be a possible outcome of being put on some drug therapy that will, like the steroids but less nastily, suppress my immune system and calm my stomach down to the point of being able to function like a normal person again. Almost. This treatment seems to be something akin to the actual auto-immune disease known as AIDS, but I've been told some people manage with this disease moderately well... if they're lucky to have health coverage, that is, I'm sure. The thought of having frequent colds and flues don't sound like any fun, tho', even with vitamin D supplements. Still, I feel I might need this to help me out, because after getting off the steroids, I feel tired and exhausted all the time, and my stomach gets into these ebb and flow of mild to moderate discomforts, but not severe pain like last time with the obstructed bowel. Even having Steven on my stomach feels like a warm heat pack that is calming down my inflamed bowels, somewhat akin to being on Norco and Cyclo. So I ain't a happy camper
All in all, I guess, in my case, my IBD is mild to moderate and not so severe that I'm in dire need of surgery. Thanks Obama for the Affordable Care Act. (If anyone out on the 'Net knows of a compilation project sharing success stories about that, let me know, because I need to contribute mine, since all of this would have cost my family a fortune just to keep my stomach under control.)
Attempting Art Again
Even with most of my energy sucked up by my intestines, I'm trying, TRYING to do some art. Last week, I did an art piece to donate to the feline reserves in Rosamond for their raffle drive. I didn't scan it, nor do I intend to scan the sketch version as well, because this was more or less a experimental stylized trace on a "Royalty-Free" stock, and I was pressed for time and materials (I said I was tired and exhausted, Ma!). This week, I was poised to do some random sketches, but like most sketches, I can't help but make up a story behind it and become attach to it no matter what, and it's now a WIP on my work table.
What I really should work on is some of my ideas I've had on hold for more than four year along with overdue commissions, but life -- or my stomach, which may be the very case -- keeps holding me back. I wanna get back into the convention stream. I want to get better. I want to be the way I was before all hell broke out almost... eight years ago? God, it's been so long.
Keep on Trekking...
Also been watching Star Trek original series and the feature films so I can become familiar with the universe's canon and enjoy watching the Next Generation on DVD. Who'da thunk that MLP:FiM would encourage me to watch something I had no interest over back in 1987 when all I wanted to watch -- at the time I could remember -- was Gumby & Friends... and just about any other weird animated shit that made no sense but to relish in style, technique and oddities that made more sense than my parents' constant verbal fighting in the late evenings. (Please don't apologize for that, Mom, I can't help but remember those times disctnctly, and I was trying so damn hard to make sense of what was going on in my world with limited skill-sets unavailable to me as an impared child.)
But yeah, I think John DeLanci is an awesome actor for obvious reasons, but I really despise Q; makes Discord a much more enjoyable... thing... to hang out with. What he pulls out of his hammer-space of tricks, he does for the lulz like a troll, but on a minor scale. Q, on the other hand, seems like a total asshole who's only trying to goad Picard into proving humans aren't hot shit.
Maybe we aren't, but we try our damn hardest to not be the bigger asshole, now, don't we?
Isn't that what makes us... human?
Which is why I couldn't understand how the Suits at Hasbro thought getting DeLanci to do Discord seemed like a good idea, since Discord and Q may be tricksters at best, but, MAN, such arrogance
Of course, I shouldn't complain much; we've only started watching it this evening, Sis and I. It's gonna be an awesome adventure
"Subdue the duck with the great-looking hat!"