No!

I’m not sure if there’s anything in this world more frustrating than a gorgeous, sweet toddler whose favorite word is “no.”

As frustrating as it can be though, she’s also been unbelievably funny. The other day she held up Mr. Potato Head’s mustache to her face and said, “I a fighterfighter.” Come to think of it, most firefighters I’ve seen have Mr. Potato Head type mustaches!  She’s also been very into her doll baby, rocking her, burping her, telling us, “I a mommy.” Aww. I think it’s the only thing keeping us from making it through the “no” moments.

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Happy Passover, Doctor!

This week is Passover, the most important holiday for Gastroenterologists.

We celebrate on whatever weekend comes closest, so this past weekend we all headed to my parents’ house for a day of binge-eating, followed by collective severe gastronitestinal distress. Hooray for traditions.

This morning I had a check-in appointment with Dr. Max, who (as I said before) I like more and more each time I see him. He looked a bit tired, and told me he now has a 9-day-old baby boy. Aww! Remembering how difficult life was when I had a newborn, I tried not to ask him too many questions. But, two bits of good news – one, I’m feeling better than I have in a while, and two, he gave me a free 2-pack of Humira! Woo!

On the way into work each morning this month I’ve been enjoying this art installation, so I took a few (awful but best I could do) photos. Art in unusual places always cheers me up. I love how these are so real and yet beautiful, like Chuck Close’s art.

  

 

Where I Injected Humira Last

Sunday, left upper thigh.

That Stinks

I recently found out something amazing – people with arthritis don’t have to wear deodorant! It’s true! Isn’t that cool?

Well, okay, I don’t know if this is true or not. But I just bought a new deodorant, tried to open it, and realized it’s impossible to do if your hands ache. So I have to assume that the creators of deodorant packaging know something that we don’t?

Where I Injected Humira Last

Sunday morning, right mid-thigh.