Man, my husband and I have been through the ringer the past two months. But tonight our power is out and I’m in bed with our four dogs and he’s watching a show that makes him happy with the help of our generator in the other room and I can hear snow/rain on our roof and the gentle hum of the generator outside and all I can think is that nothing else matters. I’m so glad we’re here.

Why can’t it ever be something easy when I go to the ER. We were almost certain it was my appendix and I was almost mentally prepared for it. I’d be in pain for 3 days, hadn’t eaten in 4. I was ready to get it over with. Then the CAT scan showed an inflamed colon and not much else. So that buys me 6 weeks of waiting to get into see a GI specialist who will probably tell me it’s either my weight or my diet or both. Sorry to complain but I’m just irritated beyond belief. And this isn’t exactly something I want to share on my regular social media because there’s nothing cute about the word colon let alone ✨ terminal ileitis ✨ that’s all.