Dear Public Restrooms….

I wish… …you were clean, all the time. I would happily pay a quarter every time just to have that assurance. I am not even asking for a self-cleaning toilet.  Alas, I am taking clorox wipes with me wherever I go. … stalls were sound and smell proof. Seriously, what is this metal wall in between business? It’s bad enough for me to know that I can make these sounds, does the world need to know? …if you don’t haveRead more

Dentists…

I hate going to the dentist. Not because of the pain (not a fan of it, but it’s not awful), but because of the air of moral superiority I encounter every damn time. Through a miracle, I have had fairly good teeth throughout my life. No root canals, a few fillings, two wisdom teeth pulled. So I have been lucky. IBD can manifest orally as well: Mouth ulcers and swelling of the lips, often due to malabsorption of nutrients andRead more

Word warrior Wednesday: allow yourself 

Our lives are governed by should’ sand should have’s. I should have done the laundry, I should be ten pounds lighter/heavier, I should work out more, I should write more, yadya. Allow yourself to be where you are- you may not recover as fast from your surgery or flare or heartache, but know you will. You may not have done all of your chores, but hey will be there in the morning. You are where you are, and tomorrow isRead more
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Things I am tired of hearing about not having kids….

why don’t you want kids?  (none of your beeswax) oh, one day, you’ll change your mind (one day I may just kick you) if you don’t want kids, why are you teaching kids? (I am their teacher, not their mom!) is it because of your health? (no, there are plenty of women with IBD who have kids) I guess you don’t want to burden a child with that kind of genetics (err, who are you? the head of the eugenicsRead more
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Remicade Protocol #237472

It was Remi-Day on Monday. Praise the lawd I guess, because I sure had flare symptoms. I didn’t sleep well and thought I could take care of that at the practice. But no, this didn’t happen because they must have booked several people at once. So as I get my chair, I overhear that Travis’ ex got engaged, only a year after their break up (tut tut), I hear another man describing his golf adventure in painful detail, and IRead more
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No, I don’t like being randomly touched. Thank you.

When I was in South Africa last month, the wedding couple organized a wine tour for the wedding guests. We went to Paarl and Franchoek and they had picked four very different and unique wineries. (Thank you guys!!). The first winery was Fairview. It is beautifully built, has great wines, and fantastic cheeses (which we unfortch couldn’t take with us). Heck, they even had bretzels. Outside the winery are beautiful gardens, and a goat enclosure. They don’t mess around, thereRead more

From the able-bodied privilege files: hospital jokes are not funny

  Someone posted this on facebook today, and thought it was hilarious. Needless to say, this person is chronically healthy. I won’t even start with the term “meninist”. Seriously, is it 2004? The last time I texted my mom that I was in the hospital was when my intestines had burst. She hopped on the next plane not knowing how my surgery would end. Most mums will jump into action hearing their child needs to go to the hospital. SoRead more

Jet-Lag

I am back from my South Africa trip. I am planning on writing a lot about it, but right now, I am hit with jet-lag. No matter what people tell me, for me, going from east to west has always been the worst. I am also noticing my age- a 30 hour trip isn’t as easy on me as it was when I was 18. There are a lot of good articles out there on how you should drink aRead more