crohnsattack!

after what seemed like a really long weekend--i didn't have church on sunday morning, so i was off all day saturday and sunday, which is completely unheard of--i made it back to work, trudging, nearly two hours late today. why, you ask? because i went to a crazy party last night? maybe i got a little stoned and went to baltimore's famous all-night underground rave/disco? no, dear friends, i was up late because my stupid crohn's decided to kick into high gear for the first time in like 5 months. was it the tostada? the subway i ate yesterday (and the day before. god what's wrong with me?)? who knows. it's not as if i ate a bowlful of whole wheat noodles or a whole bag of popcorn or a chargrilled chicken breast that i washed down with a pint of ice cream. (for those of you not in the know, to this day i believe that it was a bag of popcorn and a pint of ice cream that sent me to the hospital for the first time.) whatever, my boss is cool so she told me to come in late. well she actually told me that i didn't have to worry about coming in at all, but i have stuff to do. so here i sit.

in other boring, stomach-related news, i just spent thirty minutes trying to figure out where the hell to send this authorization for release of medical records. get this: the return address on the letter is "houck b-150." it took me 15 minutes to figure out that the houck building became the phipps building. LIKE THREE YEARS AGO. so here these people are sending out all this official correspondence, using a return address that doesn't exist. oh, and there's no phone number. nor can i find one anywhere on the hopkins website.

ok, end bitch session now.