For some reason there was a lot going out this past week. Lots of people going out who I normally don't see all the time. Because I knew I would inevitably end up drinking, I didn't really eat much last week. Now you may ask why I would do such a thing to myself. Ultimately I'd rather go out at the end of the night (or middle of the day, oops) and drink with my friends then eat food which would have tied me to my house all night. Isn't it ironic that I can knock back ten beers at the end of the night and feel okay the next day but if I consume food, I'm stuck inside tied to the bathroom. Now before you worry, it's not like I don't eat at all. I just eat enough to get me by. I feel as long as I am not losing weight or feeling worse then usual, there is no foul.
My family, on the other hand, becomes quite concerned. I know it isn't normal behavior but this is my life and this is how I choose to handle my illness sometimes. The bottom line is, I'm 24, and I have a whole lot of living to do. I constantly hear "Just Eat" at home. My mom stocks the fridge with all my favorite foods. It's a nice gesture and I know she is looking out for my best interest. She is a Crohn's Sufferer, too. But as if having Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream and Lebanon Bologne in the house is going to force me to eat. Yes, sometimes it does. But really it becomes quite annoying when EVERYONE around me is telling me to eat. I want to invite them all to watch me eat a hoagie and sit with me for 5 hours afterwards. Maybe they'd get the point then.
In other news, I'm going to see my GI on Tuesday. He called last week and was a little concerned so he moved my appointment up to discuss how we can fix what's going on. Hopefully we can. There has been talk of switching from Remicade to Humira which scares the crap out of me. But that's a topic I will discuss after Tuesday when I find out more information.