I fell asleep at 830pm last night. There was no aggitated squirming, and no hot pad. Between 830pm and 545am, I was only woken up three times. Three. In 9 hours. Hoorah for Doxycycline. This is cause for a tremendous celebration. I think I will demand that it involve a turkey and lots of squash dishes.
I did wake up with a throbbing left leg this morning, because, well, if it's not one thing... However, gone by the time I made it to work this morning, it proved to be harmless.
I have been training this week for Thanksgiving. That's right, triathalon style training. I ate dried cranberries on Sunday and cooked salmon and zuchini on Monday, more dried cranberries and garlic bread on Tuesday. Although the garlic bread brought a bit of upset, I am otherwise six days Crohn's pain free.
Take a minute to absorb that one. Like sunlight.
Bring on the turkey.