She wasn’t looking for a knight. She was looking for a sword.
Today I had a flex sig that was scheduled sometime in September in the hopes of revealing mucousal healing. My labs in August indicated that I was doing well, so we agreed to take a look to prove that. I had myself all worked up thinking that the procedure was going to be done with me awake. Not the case, thankfully. Aside from the computer system going down requiring a temporary result print-out, things went pretty smoothly.
Above is a cropped image of my results. I was still high from the anesthesia when the nurse handed me the results, and I zoned in on the words “in remission.” I said, “does this say ‘in remission’? I will cry.” And, that’s exactly what I did. I blame the drugs.
On Tuesday I will get to speak to my doctor to see if there is anything else I should know and I will update accordingly. For now, I am trying to shake the odd, PTSD-like syndrome I’ve developed regarding flares since my hospitalization in May. I’m trying to just revel in the thought that I’m truly in remission, but I am struggling with believing it. I also know this disease is a sneaky creep that can take me out at the knees whenever it wants. Alas, I have won this battle…you evil pain in my ass.
On Saturday we went to New Hope, PA and I got myself a new vape tank. I love it. It’s so much better than my old vape, but I will keep that one for alternating. It’s nice, but it was time to get something better. I also had a celebratory cocktail, which I shouldn’t have due to LEAP, but this was something I promised myself I would do. I chose to go with a rye-derived vodka because rye was my least reactive grain (see, I was still mindful) with water and a lemon wedge. I also had my first meal out in a long time: shrimp cocktail minus the cocktail. I think considering I was being a bit of a LEAP rebel, I did excellent with my choices.
Until next time…