since I am anemic, I suffer the cold weather like I live in the North Pole
Guys, the Companion Magazine for IBD (edited by my friend Kristin) volume 3 is out! And there’s an article written by me, I dare you to discover who I am! Read it here
My friends keep sending me snaps of the cool stuff they are doing, and I don’t reply. What am I gonna say? “Hello I’m bedridden, here’s a picture of my ceiling”?
had mexican food and red wine for dinner and my bowel didn’t complain about it (yet)
whoa whoa whoa
ibd you’re really lame like, if i have a cheese sandwich maybe you hurt like hell but if i have mexican food, maybe i feel like i ate nothing.
shit happens by the way.
i wish something/someone could take me away from the depression i’m immersed in, the most of the time