This post began oddly Repo!tastically.

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LJ, you don't know how much I love you. Why do I say that? Because every so often I get the urge to post in graphic detail progress reports on having Crohn's disease, but I'm quite sure no one wants to read a several page dissertation about my scars, my weight, and/or most importantly my poop. I will say this, though - when you have a chronic intestinal disorder, poop transitions from merely being gross and taboo to being weirdly fascinating. Still gross, mind. But fascinating nonetheless.

I'd say the same goes for having a blood disorder as well, but I don't see my own blood on a daily basis. And really other than knowing that if I need to creatively kill myself, all I'd have to do is cook up a pot of kale and eat the whole thing, not as much fun or opportunity to talk about it.

Long story short, my body is an annoying place to be, and yet weirdly interesting. *pokes at self* While I won't go into gory nor gross detail, I will say that the Crohn's has much improved in the past month, though I couldn't tell you if that is due to lack of constant living-situation stress or going back on the Humira. Maybe both? anyway, things are better in the health department. Just gotta start paying attention to what I'm eating again - along with everything else, digestion not being an excruciating process anymore means that I'm actually eating, and alas, that also means I'm consuming a fair amount of sugar/junk as well as healthier stuff. I also still plan on dragging my ass to the gym again as one of November's goals.

In not health related news, I sort of successfully managed to make a potato and cheese casserole as part of dinner last night. Successfully because it was actually reasonably good, sort of because actually making it had a few "oops" moments and so the flavor balance was off and the texture was a little weird. Still, it was edible enough for the Manbeast to grab seconds, so it's on the "lets try this again without the oops" list.

Manbeast and I wandered to Home Depot and the Halloween store in search of costumey fare and stuff for the house. Y'all don't know how much I absolutely love Home Depot - I commented to him that if anyone handed me a gift certificate to the big orange box I'd be a stupid happy woman. His response was to remind me that we rent our place, lol, but even without the sort of heavy demolition home improvement bits of the store I could find things to blow a lot of money on. Shelving. Organizers. Hooks. Zip ties. Power tools. Power strips. Mag lights. flower pots. 17 colors of duct tape (made from real ducks! Quackquackquackquackquack).* Really ANY kind of tape. Christmas shit. Wood. The list goes on and on and on, like Halcyon. (Orbital fans say "whuuuuuuut!") So cell23 had to deal a little bit with me acting like a sugared up four year old confronted with a giant Toys R Us. *shakes head* You would think after that whole getting clocked in the head by a plank as a kid would have cured me of my fascination with hardware, but noooooooooooope. Didn't actually buy anything but priced a bunch of stuff for later. I keep meaning to wander through the house, make a list of stuff we either need or would just make me happy if I had, and start putting aside money towards slowly acquiring said things, but I haven't yet. Stupid money, bash it good.

Anyway, time to serve more time in the HTML/CSS/SVU mines.

* It just dawned on me that the kids and I have developed in-jokes. Not just this one either; if I think about it hard enough, there are a fair number of them. Yikes!

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Maybe I'm odd, but I find your dealings with your Crohns to be interesting. I've never quite understood what it was, but have a few friends with it. I'm glad to hear you seem to be getting control over it.

Ahhaah, Home Depot and Lowes and Ace and all those places are excellent fun!