That quote is from one of the writing podcasts I’m catching up on, taken completely out of context.
Keeping on. Drinking some Numi Emperor’s Pu-erh tea. Funny what some people describe (universally) as “malty” I taste and smell as “mulchy.” Although the more often I drink it, the more the malty/mulchy tastes like a whiskey burn.
(Ditchdiggers ep #12, I love you for your baby screamy/shit up the back opinions. That was actually exactly what I needed to hear right now.)
Baby/Blog/The Thinking of the Thoughts
I think, due to my own thinky thoughts and the comments of others, that I’ll probably keep my Baby E thoughts (and updates) here on this blog. Less stress, less things to update. Though really, I don’t know what I’m talking about when I pretend to consolidate — I still have a livejournal, for crying out loud. But more on that soon. We have a new pile of papers from Children’s Hospital in Denver (best hospital ever, especially when your local in-the-sticks providers are too overbooked to see your kid), a new pile of papers from Early Intervention services, and a giant bag of syringes, needles, and alcohol wipes to accompany the tiny Cadillac in our fridge, Acthar. We also have a very grumpy baby. More on that soon.
What is Ulcerative Colitis?
Sometimes I search for new stuff about UC, I find excellent imagery. My current favorite, this dour-looking woman with the transparent belly:
It’s okay, lady, you look accurate — although it’s the least of my worries these days, UC makes me dour, too.