Cushing's Syndrome

I woke up late today and missed an MRI.

Again.

I haven't posted in Stale Cabbage in over a week, or attempted illustration in even longer.  Yesterday, I ate not one, but two donuts. 

What the hell is going on with me? 

Since a few weeks ago, and as I mentioned in my last post, I have been choosing to shove aside any evidence of my sickness.  I am traveling, learning about film, and loving it.  This morning I feel stiffness in my joints.  The weather is more brisk than it has been, and I am biding my time until Autoimmune Arthritis rears its ugly head this Fall and Winter.  Making my way down the stairs with a bit of pain this morning is tipping me off.  I do love my tiny space heater, a $25 special purchased last season, but I'll be damned if I sit in front of her for another 5 months while I wait for the chilly to melt.  So no more donuts.  They aren't even that great when you haven't had them for a while.  Your tongue just sort of gets over old junk food flames when they're out of your system for a while...

Is there something in your life that keeps you grounded?  Something that you've no choice but to give most of your attention to?  I wish I had the choice of children, or a bad ass career to put the energy that I have been forced to give my disease into.  Drawing pictures in bed is awesome, and I have some really incredible opportunities here in the works in Boston in the next few months to further my experience.  I am starting a project with a talented chap [Evan Webster].  But my anger grows continuously at the monster that always comes first; Crohn's.  I believe that the medication Mobic caused my recent flare.  I started taking it in June for arthritis without doing adequate research, which is very far outside of my usual routine.  Hey, everything hurt.  And I was sick of laying around, in pain and unable to perform any normal task.  So I took the pills.  Less than two weeks later, I had adverse side effects.  Not a month after that, I was flaring.  I got desperate, and the Rheumatoid specialist I had seen was an idiot.

I have been on Prednisone and Lialda since my last colonoscopy, and the effects are starting to take hold.  Cushing's Syndrome is here!  Hooray.  Something I have had the pleasure of going through when I was originally diagnosed in 2001, Cushing's Syndrome can result from drug usage, and is in my case, temporary.  I hope.  Moon Face, and blah blah blah can result  [I'll just let you click the link if you'd like], and I am watching/feeling my body change for the weirder.  Combined with Steroid Rage, I think I can effectively paint my face green and be the Hulk this Halloween.  You seriously won't like me when I'm angry. 

Some Cushing's Loveliness...

Bonjour, Mustache.

Yep.  Caught this before wax day.

Not sure how much you can really see here, but the beginning stages of my 'mooning' have begun.

More to come.  Sexy.  I know.