Post #90: Spa day!

I have a mani/pedi at 11 followed by a deep tissue massage at noon......
 


JUST KIDDING! Actually, I have a week long dose of steroids (the real kind! non of this corticosteroid bullshit) and an all liquid diet (for the foreseeable future).
 
When I hear "all liquid diet" a few things come to mind:
 
1.) SPRING BREAK BABY
2.) weird diets celebrities go on to lose weight for big events like the Oscars
3.) jaw surgery
4.) fancy spas. Soups! Cucumber water! Beetroot/ginger/kale/worm dropping smoothies! In between mud wraps, detox like you mean it!
5.) fancy-ass yippies who periodically "cleanse" their systems with home delivered organic juices (I'm looking at you, Mistress GOOP)
 
I was going to list nutrisystem (a shake for breakfast, a shake for lunch) but I forgot about the sensible dinner part. Foiled! At any rate, I don't think about Crohn's, and I don't think about drinking diluted apple juice like it's your job in order to stay hydrated. Suprise! Yet another fun facet of the rollercoaster ride that is my Crohn's.
 
When last I posted, I had just returned from the ER, dehydrated, SOBER (the first rule of Crohn's club is ALWAYS TAKE THE PAINKILLERS. wtf), and freaked out. It's almost a week later, and while improving, the symptoms have not fully resolved themselves. No one is really sure what is going on, but in a bid to buy some more time for the new scary injectible medicine to kick in (yes, I took the plunge), my doctor has decided to put me on steroids for a week, have me do the all liquid diet thing, and hope that my AAC calms the F down.
 
The all liquid diet is, I must say, kind of demoralizing. Nothing says "I'm sick!" like eating drinking BROTH. Ugh. Also, side note, store bought broth is foul-tomorrow I'm going to go all Martha Stewart on broth's ass and make it myself (bouquet garni for the win). I am also going to go buy some Ensure. So far I have been eating drinking watered down fruit juice, watered down Gatorade, watered down soup (like tomato soup, nothing fiber-y), and organic protein smoothie things that taste like the chocolate milk I used to get in grade school. I'm not hungry-I'm actually pretty nauseous-and the one thing I want when I'm nauseous are carbs. Crackers and bread. As you may have noticed, these cannot be consumed through a straw.
 
I feel like these major shifts come on suddenly. Last Wednesday-day, I was fine-I enjoyed a lovely turkey sandwich and went about my business. Last Wednesday-night, I was doubled over and sweating through the sheets. These quick deviations from the expected leave little time to do anything but adjust and plod forward.

So that's what I'm doing-plodding forward, distracting myself with Pinterest, and swimming through a sea of liquids. Cocooning myself in my quilt and constantly checking in with my body for any sign of things that are different-good or bad. Watching endless episodes of "Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives" (don't judge me) and wishing, not for the first time, that I could eat 1/10th of the food they present on the show, or eat food in general with 1/10th of the enjoyment and gusto of the people sucking down greasy chili dogs in some Baltimore hole in the wall.

But before I conquer the chili dog (shudder), I first have to conquer the egg, and the saltine, and if I'm feeling wild, the plain pasta. I miss you, solid foods. I can't wait for us to be friends again.