Ulysses the unpleasant.

Stormy weather.  Nothing says a massive "screw you, you're going to feel revolting today" like some uncharacteristic electrical activity in the skies!

This isn't a picture of today's storm, but I dare say it's not terribly inaccurate.

Thankfully (?) I pulled up a little rougher than normal after my propofol sleep for endoscopy #3 yesterday, and being a later appointment than usual my gastro gifted me the extra day off.  After all, a dopey pharmacist won't be saving any lives... but as it turned out, my body was pretty grateful for the persisting effects of the propofol and sleeping for much of the day.

So scope #3 wasn't exactly the success I had hoped for.  Ulysses the Ulcer (Ulysses, because it means wrathful and that's entirely appropriate!) is a) still there after 4 months of very intensive treatment and no NSAIDs or steroids, and b) still bleeds on the mildest contact which means I am leaking blood every time I eat.  This is bad news, clearly, because we all have a limited supply of the red stuff, and because I am really starting to crave chilli and curries and all things eye-sweatingly-hot!  To be perfectly honest, I would seriously contemplate selling my soul for a big dose of steroids and a Thai Green Prawn Curry!

But again, we wait.  This time it will be 6 months between visits, so I have 24 weeks, or 168 days (actually, we've already knocked one off so 167) to use my willpower to heal Ulysses once and for all!  Because 10 months without Thai food is going to kill me if Ulysses doesn't!