Madness, Glorious Madness

I hesitated to report until I was sure the following occurence was not a fluke.  Still not 100% convinced, I am willing to at least admit that I am utterly flabbergasted.

Beginning on Thursday April 1st, 2010, there was a noteable absence of  stomach pain/nausea/dizziness/hot flash that lasted the entire day.  An April Fool's joke from my insides, I thought, a silly trick my own mind is playing on me by bestowing a fleeting power to ignore all discomfort.

Lo' and behold, I awoke Friday April 2nd with yet another suspicious lack of agony.  What is this chicanery, I thought.  Since when do April Fool's tricks legally last beyond the first 24 hours of the month?  Naturally, I tried to out-do this mind-gut-wizard triumvirate by stuffing myself with a full serving of rice noodles.  Surely, this will welcome back the pattern of food=pain=nofood=pain that has characterized the last 2 weeks.  Alas, I returned home with a psychotic energy and not enough time to utilize it.  I ran, I cleaned, I made business phone calls, I added a few unpromising pages to Raganovel 20??... no percocet or hot bladder required.  Tea, however, is always required.

When Saturday came and I was approaching 3 full days without the familiar stomach pain/nausea/dizziness/hot flash to which I have become accustomed, I decided a further assault was in order.  Sushi.  That's right.  Raw tuna, crab, yellow tail and avocado.  And I waited impatiently for an army of nociceptors to wreak havoc.  Half an hour later, thirty measly minutes of stomach bloating.

Sunday I was beginning to think this was something I may have to get used to, so I pushed it to the max: pasta with a few peppers/zucchini/chicken/garlic and a bit of oil in the sauce, some organic gummy candies and a diet ginger ale, and a hardboiled egg wish horseradish (yeah, serious business).  Nothing.  Not a god damn peep.  Total comfort, almost total sleep aside from waking up every three hours for no apparent reason, total abandonment of the hot water bladder (for whose neglect I feel considerable guilt).

Today, Monday April 5th, 2010, is the last of four hellfire Mondays of this experiment at work, and I not only ran before work for the first time in 1.5 weeks, but am on a productive and enthusiastic roll.  My doctor may have been right about my experiencing a delayed withdrawal from Prednisone.  We shall see in the coming days.  Remicade VII is up to bat this weekend.

Cheers, Crohn's, you have me convinced that I am at the very least experiencing some kind of prolonged bodily displacement.  And Tummeh... job well done.