I was going through my old Tumblr to find my go-to chocolate cake recipe, and stumbled upon this… my first ever IBD-related blog post, I suspect. 25 May 2011. I thought I’d post it here for posterity. Those were the days… incredible pain on the daily, uncontrollable urgency, no painkillers, incapable of properly attending lectures. But also, relatively simple meds with less impact on my total system. No surgery, no steroids, no biologics. Not even my full-blown diagnosis yet. Anyway, without further ado, here’s 20-year-old Briar’s words about IBD: Last December, after various fun filled tests, I was diagnosed … Continue reading The first time
I remembered that I am very nearly due for my next jab, and realised that I’m all out of meds. I’m not very good at maintaining a healthy array of fridgular options, but I can usually be depended upon to have a syringe or two of expensive medication tucked in between a Lush face mask and a block of Gouda on the edge of turning. *** Last time I picked up my Humira, I had the sudden thought that it’s the most expensive thing I ever put in my backpack these days. Two syringes technically cost more than my MacBook Air. … Continue reading magic juice – adalimumab adventures
When I talk to people, I speak freely. I open my mouth, and words come – thoroughly rehearsed, to a point. Every time I tell my mirror about my life, it’s a slightly different rendition of the same song. This is how it goes.
In high school, I was a swot. I went to a posh school, I was a high achiever, I was a musician. I didn’t even think to be rebellious until my last year, and my rebellion was not of the extreme variety. Most of my free periods were taken up with scholarship classes, but swot that I was (am, at heart) I had far too many, and three sessions overlapped.
So on occasion, I would tell art history I was going to French, French I was going to Spanish, and Spanish I was going to art history, and spend the fifty minutes feeling guilty while scribbling rambling poems in my binder instead. I got a second piercing in one lobe. That was my acting out. Continue reading “The Crohn’s Saga (to date)”
It is May 19th – at least in New Zealand, it is. On this day, the following things have happened throughout history Anne Boleyn was beheaded (1536) Nellie Melba, the soprano and namesake of a delicious dessert, was born (1861) Oscar Wilde was released from prison (1897) Pol Pot, leader of the Khmer Rouge and totalitarian dictator of Cambodia, was born (1925) André René Roussimoff, AKA André the Giant, was born (1946) Marilyn Monroe sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to JFK (1962) Tu’i Malila , the world’s oldest known tortoise died at 188 years old (1965) Jodi Picoult, Queen of Depressive Chick Lit, … Continue reading world IBD day
i imagine gold dripping through my fingers pooling at my feet to be taken from me reverse transmuted into some kind of colourful pill to be swallowed to see what happens This was triggered by reading yet another post somewhere about the costs involved with drugs and treatment and plain old appointments for people with IBD (and other conditions, obviously, but whaddaya thing I’m going to be reading about?) in countries other than my own. It sickens me, seriously. And it makes me feel extremely lucky that I live in New Zealand, where my surgery costs me nothing*, my ostomy … Continue reading health insurance [backdated sept 12th]
one two a thousand and count the numbers in white little forms swish them across a surface and hear the crackle foil snaps releases something within Continue reading more pills
And a quick health related post as well, because shit’s been going down! Kind of! Well, to be honest, it hasn’t been anything that wasn’t already expected. I went in for an appointment on Tuesday, with the nurse and doc running the trial I’m on. Hypothetically, it was for my next dose of the drug, but we all went into it knowing that, unless something had happened of a dramatic nature over the weeks beforehand, there wasn’t any point continuing. So we’re not. And I finally nodded, in moderate defeat, when prednisone was brought up. The many and varied medical … Continue reading and habit-forming