Monthly Archives: May 2011

The Other Side

Several years ago when my husband and I had just gotten engaged, he had to go away for about two months for a project. I was madly in love (of course I still am) and didn’t know how I’d survive being away from him for so long. As I watched him walk through the security gate at the airport, I broke down. I was destroyed. I didn’t care that I was in public – I sobbed and sobbed. Almost immediately, two women came over to me – complete strangers – and started trying to make me feel better. They were so kind, and I tried so hard to stop crying but I just couldn’t. They told me it would be okay, they asked me about him and how long he’d be gone and where he was going. I soon learned from them that they were a mother and daughter and had just dropped off their (respectively) son and brother, who was in the Army and was being deployed to Iraq. I was shocked. These women were soothing and comforting me, and they were not only in the same situation but theirs was arguably much harder. Their loved one would be gone for more than a year, possibly longer, and was going to war.

This is an extreme example but a good one nonetheless of something I think of often – no matter what you go through, you’re never the only one going through it. And, often others are going through it worse. I don’t mean to discount anyone’s troubles. But in a weird way I see it as a comfort that even in tough times, you’re not alone. But more than that, I think of this when I see people acting in ways that seem strange to me. Why is that guy such a jerk? He probably has something going on that I don’t know about. That sort of thing.

When it comes to Crohn’s, I try to hold on to this story to remember to stay strong. “When you’re going through hell, keep going.” It’s easy to feel sorry for myself. But ultimately, that gets me nowhere. Everyone has their troubles. If I can stay strong, I can overcome mine.

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Hulk Smash!!

I think the world should know that I have PMS. That way I don’t have to be responsible for anything I say or do. Coincidentally, we were watching The Incredible Hulk last night. I felt like I could really relate. Don’t make me angry…you wouldn’t like me angry. Grrr. Ha!

Good stuff. I’m actually not in a bad mood per se, I just feel like my Crohn’s symptoms get worse when I have PMS, even if I’m doing relatively well on my meds, so that uncomfortable feeling makes me moody, I guess  you could say grumpy.

Speaking of green, though, I did get to do a bit of work on my latest knitting project while we watched the movie, and that makes me feel relaxed and happy. It’s coming along well – in fact it’s almost done.

The photo doesn’t show the gorgeous green shade very well – for that, take a look at the original yarn image in this past post. I didn’t make the pattern I thought I would, Annis. It was too complicated for me. This is a different pattern using simple feather & fan. Which I still managed to screw up a little. But it looks okay.

Does that deserve a fist bump?

The munchkin has been doing some pretty funny things lately, including asking my husband for a fist bump. We had a fantastic weekend, and I’m happy to report that I didn’t even get fatigued after my Humira injection.

I’m at that beginning point at my new job where I’m excited to do things but not up-to-speed enough to actually do them. For someone with my personality that can be a little tough. But, at least my colon is right at home (see photo.)

Overall I’m actually feeling really good. Sleeping well and I think my meds are working well too. Could it be I’m on the up & up?

Le Bibliotec

Our family loves the library. We go there multiple times a month. We’re lucky to have a very good one in our town that’s walking distance from our house, so when I was on maternity leave I brought my newborn in frequently, and now that she’s 2 1/2, many of the librarians even know her by name.

A few weeks ago we stopped in and on the way out, the munchkin fell. She was fine, she mostly freaked herself out, but she was crying so much that I asked a woman heading into the library if she’d ask them for some ice. Little did I know their policy – if someone’s injured on-site, they must call the police. Ugh.

So, the munchkin got to participate in her very first police report. She was so excited by the hubbub that she asked the officer to read her a story…which he did.

Yesterday I brought her back, and she actually fell twice. Once in the children’s room (she decided to climb up on the reading window and try to jump down like a little boy was doing) and then again as we were leaving the children’s room (she tried to go down the stairs too fast and fell.) Again, she was fine, but freaked out, so she was crying a lot.  I found myself praying that this not turn into a police incident.