I Get It From My Mama...

I went to the hospital again this week.

My body hurts.

I chose to wear my compass, as I regularly do.  It ended up giving me heaps more spiritual direction than I anticipated. (As it regularly does.)

I was informed that because of my Crohn's Disease, the migratory auto-immune arthritis that I have been experiencing for months is chronic.  My Doctor was cool as hell, agreeing that my disease 'sucks', and apologizing for the fact that there really isn't much to be done to treat such a bullshit ailment/complication, due to my original bullshit condition.  Just sort of give you pain killers and send you on your way.  I'm just not having that.

I was saddened by this news. 

 I stopped to remember that while this new and unfortunate development presented itself, it was also something to point me in the right direction.  Finally, some answers.  The next step is a Pain Management Schedule.  

Frustrating.  But it's time to start living like I'll be sick for the rest of my life.

Because I will.

The first thing I need to do is start eating well.  Not that I haven't been trying... but I guess I've always sort of been in denial about this mess.  So, a foodie I must become.  A real one.

[I've been getting some monumental inspiration.]

Next: Sleep.

I mean, I've got a

 pretty handsome bunkmate. 

Following the shut-eye is me time.

I work more than any sick person ever should.

I am aware of how ridiculous I look.

But have you tried this??

I also want to BLOG more.

Last, but not least: Letting my Mother know that I'm alright- on a much more regular basis.

Hi, Ma.  I'm hugging you.  Right now.  Do you feel that?

Can you guess who taught me to be this strong?

I'm ok.

And I love you.