Cheeses Are Just All Right With Me

(with apologies to The Doobie Brothers.)

Okay, so I eat cheese, I ate bacon, and I'm starting to think that I can eat whatever the hell I want, or at least, anything that I could eat without getting sick before I knew I had Crohn's. I mean, I had Crohn's since at least last summer, probably longer, and the only food I can directly tie in to getting an upset stomach is McDonald's and/or Burger King cheeseburgers. I never could eat onions, and chocolate gives me reflux. (But I would still have it, just not at night.) So that's what I'm thinking. (But yes, I'm still cautious. I'm just not as afraid as I was.)

Anyway, I did not go for the needle biopsy I had scheduled for this morning, and here's why. Before my appointment, I called to make sure they'd gotten the MRI results, which the person read to me over the phone. This isn't a direct quotation, but in essence, it said that the MRI showed absolutely nothing and was completely clear, but hey, go ahead and do the needle biopsy anyway. Uh ... wait just a cotton-pickin' minute. Why am I having a needle biopsy if the MRI showed nothing at all? Turns out that the doctor doing the needle biopsy said I could come in "in a week or two" if I want to, which is fine, but now I think I'd like to talk to her first. So I'm waiting for a call, which may come tomorrow. Whatever, it just proves what I said all along: there's nothing there to worry about.

K and I went to Costco this morning and spent an obscene amount of money on, it would seem, toilet paper and plastic forks. Okay, and paper plates. What on earth did we buy that cost so much? That's the trick of that place, you fill up your cart with really cheap stuff, but boy, does it add up. I also got dinner for tonight (and four other nights) because I got some really nice looking tilapia in a serves-an-army size package, and this time I even remembered to bag and freeze the extra right away. So that's dinner, with some mashed potatoes, and peas. My new food for today is peas.

We're supposed to get snow tomorrow, not really that much, only up to 3 inches, but with sleet and freezing rain. My doctor's appointment at 12.30 tomorrow is not far from the Hubs' office, which means that it's in that city that you have to go up and downhill to get in or out of, so if the weather isn't good, I'm canceling that one, too. (I don't know if I mentioned, after the Hubs told me a few weeks ago he couldn't get home from the office because of the ice, that someone else I know was near there that night too, and personally saw buses getting stuck on the hills and blocking the traffic. So he wasn't making it up, which I didn't think he was, he was just over-dramatizing it. Once they cleared the buses out of the way, the cars had no problem.) Anyway, if there's ice, I'm not going. So that's that.

Oh, and after I posted yesterday, I discovered something that didn't work: the closed captioning on my fancy shmancy TV. Apparently being connected to an HD cable box disables the TV's captioning. Swell. But I called the cable company this morning and they told me how to access the HD cable box's own captioning, which, to tell the truth, is easier to read and easier to turn on and off. So, hey. Not only does it work, it works better. Wonders are never ceasing around here. (And the hearing aids are still working. Wow. Really looking forward to Lost tonight.)

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