I Survived (More Importantly I Have Power!!)

Hurricane Irene's bark was (luckily!) way worst than her bite. I found ways to keep busy while she huffed and puffed-most of them included looking good (see image below).

I was actually at the hospital yesterday for my second Remicade infusion for my Ulcerative Colitis. I will forever refer to this as "extreme infusion" trying to catch a taxi in a hurricane takes lots o' luck.

The window kept making awful noise with all the wind, I thought it was going to blow in! Waah!

Roger read literature while I engaged in shenanigans.

Caught in the act: Shenanigans.

Drip faster suckers! I have places to beeeeeee.

Check out my sweet hospital bracelet. This would have come in helpful if the window did blow in and I got conked on the head and forgot who I was...or ended up in Oz. I am happy to report this did no happen.

Air Jordan accompanied to the appointment, he's a gentleman. Side note: I love this backpack.

It's hardcore to get internet access around here, each patient gets their own access code. Big Brother is watching.

These curtains get so boring after a couple of hours. White polka dot....white polka dot...white polka dot...I'd like some switch ups. Maybe a square here or there.

We played fruit ninja. Ever play? Good times.

I got a little punchy and Roger nabbed the camera. Regard the aftermath.
Captured: A victim of Hurricane Irene. I think the stress of it all got to much for my poor little orchid, because in the middle of watching a weather report the news this poor little guy drifted to the carpet like the rose in Beauty and the Beast. Times is hard.

And here's the fort during Hurricane Irene.
We ordered $45 worth of Domino's Pizza thinking it could sustain us for days. Luckily we never lost power (YESSSSS). My parent on the other hand are powerless and could be for weeks!! AHH!
Here's what I'm working with today
This is my last day of summer, as of tomorrow I am officially a graduate student!! I already have homework, better get to it!!!

Remicade, we may be friends.

Remicade, I know I had some harsh words with you a couple weeks ago, but I am writing to apologize. Unless I wake up sick, then you are back on my shit list. Until then, see you in two weeks xoxo

Action shot of the Remicade flowing through my tiny little veins. (This is a fact, I have little veins, they are difficult to stab. Side note: Today I learned that my temperature runs a little hotter than your average citizen of the earth. In Twilight this would make me a werewolf, so I'm waiting to go through that change. I'll keep you abreast of the situation).

Left handed photographers I sing your praises. Never before had I realized the pains you suffer for your craft, my hats off to you sirs and mams. How do you do it? Life really just isn't fair, I won't take be right handed for granted again, until, you know, I get my right hand back and I forgot all about your troubles, suckers.

Welcome to cribs Georgetown Hospital edition, it's where all the magic happens for sure, I can't even tell you about the crazy times I've had here. That chair? It's seen some things...if faux-leather upholstery could talk.....

Here's my Mom's foot, exciting times in the Infusion Unit. Note the floors, they're new, this center has only be up and running for two weeks.

My Main Squeeze Lincoln and a Photo Dump

So here's the thing, I've ran out of stuff to do. I've seen all the sights, been there done that, and now I spend most of my days moseying. When all else fails and I don't know what to do I take the metro to Metro Center, mostly because it has the word center in it's name. METRO CENTER, it just sounds awesome, like there are things happening on every corner, the land of milk and honey!! This is mostly false, but it does have a Forever 21 and a H&M.

 Here is the Brewmaster's Castle down the street from my apartment.

Coming at you live from Starbucks

Today is one of those days which should require full nudity. I am sitting outside of a Starbucks melting away; literally patting self down with a napkin every 2 1/2 seconds. I'm wearing the thinnest tank top in my artillery and it may as well be pleather with the drops of sweat I'm rocking. Here are photos of me operating outside of Starbucks, I've included an action shot of me wiping the sweat of my brow because I'm fun like that.

I took a walk through my neighborhood while a plumber was looking at my rusted sink (still have another week and half to go before I can use my bathroom sink thank you very much) and I snapped some pictures. So here you have it Washington DC as seen through my sweat covered lens.

 

Dear Remicade (this is not a love letter)

I am female, 21 years-old, and lets face it, a little bit out of your league (sorry, I'm not sorry). You, Remicade, are a dodgy specimen, and I ain't interested in what you are peddling.

Ulcerative colitis is like having a second job, I spent all day surrounded by doctors orders trying to pin medical offices down to dates and treatments, and it is effin exhausting. I don't think anyone will ever read this other than yours truly, so let me take a minute to give future self a shut out, what up, hope your life is looking up. Please tell me we eat vegetables in the future, that would make me a happy lady.

I really don't want to start Remicade, reasons as follow. A. I'm scared shitless (please note that I am not actually scared shitless, threat of Remicade alone is not a miracle cure B. I'm scared shitless. (I just used shitless three times in one sentence, certainly this deserves some sort of journalistic award). I am putting something into my body that the effects of which are relatively unknown. This is particularly frighting as some think it is possible Remicade leads to an increased risk of cancer. Color me thrilled. The 'big C' aside Remicade also compromises your immune system, so I, a (formerly) healthy 21 year old now require the same vaccinations as your grandmother. More medication, more injections, more fun; you might spend your Saturday morning recovering from tequila benders, I'm doing it up at the Doctor's office (hollllaaaaaa).

Whatever, I'm stopping my whining.......now </done>