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Being couped up — not allowed to drive herself anywhere, and not able to go anywhere without her child for more than an hour or two (for breastfeeding reasons) — is a new and frustrating experience for Megan. Dylan is only 2 weeks old and already the cabin fever is setting in.

So, on Tuesday we decided to run a few quick errands together — all 3 of us. We got Dylan situated in his adorable little car seat, strapped him into my truck, and headed off to the bank. Megan went in to deposit some checks and stretch her legs, and I stayed out with Dylan in the car. Then it was off to Giant to pick up a few groceries. This leg of our trip would take a little longer than running in to use the ATM though, so I killed the engine but left the key turned so that I could keep my heated seat and the radio on. Whoops!

As it turns out Megan had her seat turned on too, and between them they managed to drain the battery pretty well while she was inside. About a half hour later Megan came out with our groceries, and we quickly realized we were stuck. The engine was belaboredly ker-chunking, but would not turn over. Without jumper cables (lesson learned! picking those up soon!), we had no choice but to call for help and hope someone could get close enough to give us a jump-start.

Our insurance agent informed us that either a tow-away or a jumpstart service would be covered, but of course the mechanic we called didn't have jumper cables. (wtf?)

Luckily, Susan was only a 10 minute load-up and 10 minute drive away, and she had jumper cables. We apologized and thanked her profusely, and she was on her way out to save us. Then there was just the matter of getting an empty spot close enough to be jumped. As luck would have it, the woman parked nose-to-nose with us was ready to leave within a few minutes. I asked if she happened to have jumper cables (she didn't) and then stood guard in her vacant spot, explaining to passersby that I was saving it to "get a jump" and couldn't let them park there.

Within a few frostbitten toes, an older gentleman walked by and happened to have jumper cables and a kind heart. While he pulled his well-loved red Dodge Ram around, Megan called off her sister — who by this time was only a few blocks away — and within a minute we were running again.

Next time, maybe I'll just get the milk myself.

So you will remember that last week I wrote about how I still felt like poo. And I brought up one more instance of me being too lazy to take my medical status seriously. And you'll remember that because you then encouraged me to get in touch with my doctors, explain my situation, and get myself back on track.

Act 1: It's not you, it's me!

It's funny how when you tell your doctor that you haven't been taking the medication they prescribed, they act as if you don't have any idea how bad for you that could be. So I prefaced the discussions with each of them by saying that I knew I had been an awful patient — fallen off of the wagon, so to speak — but that I knew it, and that I am trying to put that behind me and get back to normal. Truth be told, I have been horrible about taking my meds since we got back from Ireland in September. I've felt pretty darn great, thanks mostly to the Remicade. And it's one of those "out of sight, out of mind" deals — certainly not intentional. I'm back on Fosamax for my Osteoporosis – no reason not to just jump right back in according to the Nurse Practitioner at my PCP's office. Still on 1800mg of Calcium and 1400iu of Vitamin D a day, too. I'd drink milk like it was going out of style, if it didn't disagree with my stomach so much. I spoke with Dr. R about my concerns over my last Remicade treatment, and he explained the tremendous set of checks and balances that they use to make sure that every patient gets the right meds, and that they use to inventory remaining medication every day. He even had someone check that the refrigerator they keep the meds in was still functioning while I was on the phone with him. He was very reassuring that I got my meds, and that they were actually my meds. He also said he understands my skepticism and even though there's nothing he can do with it, ordered blood work to check the level of Remicade in my blood, just to make me feel better. Dr. R also said that there is a small possibility that the vials used to mix my meds were not properly refrigerated during delivery — something they have no way to know before administering it to a patient — which would make the medication inactive, and explain how I've been feeling. If that is the case, I am more or less S.O.L. until my next treatment (on Feb 18th)! Since NSAIDS can cause Crohn's flair ups, the only OTC pain medication I can take is Tylenol. Which let me tell you: Doesn't help an arthritic condition that much, if at all. So, to help me deal with the pain until my next treatment, he prescribed a very low dose of Prednisone — the same steroid that gave me Osteoporosis to begin with — for a few weeks. I told him how I was worried about it setting me back, how I was on Fosamax, Calcium, and D, and he explained that the dosage is so low and the period is so short (3 weeks @ 10mg, then 1 week @ 5mg) that there is virtually no chance of harm from it. Just to be sure, I ran this past the NP at my PCP's office and she confirmed that it should be fine to take.

Act 2: Billy-who?

While I was in the waiting room, waiting for my appointment with my PCP's NP, I got a call from Dr. L. He called because he had received some of my recent blood work results, and was concerned about my elevated levels of Bilirubin. Dr. R. had already brought this to my attention when we met before my last Remicade treatment, and he ordered another round of blood work to check on the level again to see if it was fluctuating, and in what direction. He said that even if I had the syndrome he was checking for (whose name escapes me), there is no treatment for it, but luckily no adverse affects, either. Even though I explained all of this to Dr. L., he insisted that I get an ultrasound of my liver. So I have that to look forward to. Originally, Dr. L. thought that the increased levels of Bilirubin were attributable to the Azasan he had prescribed me, but since I haven't taken it since September he did some (admittedly deserved) finger waving and concluded that it couldn't have been the Azasan. He did say that I could discontinue the Azasan, since I didn't feel it was helping and he was somewhat concerned about Billy.

Act 3: Take 22,000 of these and call me in the morning.

Pills, pills, pills. I wish medicine were an exact science. I guess I'll settle for being able to take stairs 2 at a time without wincing in pain.

Two in one day. (Gotta make up for yesterday, right?)

You may have been noticing some error messages popping up on the pages around these parts. Remember when I mentioned that I was in the process of switching over "from Access to SQL Server," and then when I messed up and uploaded a test file to the site without backing up the original – necessitating a quick shift to the new database? (You do? Wow! You're such a nerd!)

Well I lied. (Sorry!) It was unintentional, but I did. I actually migrated from Access to MySQL. I've been working with SQL Server a lot at work and got some wires crossed in my brain. Unfortunately, there appears to be a known issue between Coldfusion 5 and MySQL, where the connection to the database is dropped pretty frequently. Our web host refusing to upgrade to the latest version of CF isn't exactly making me all smiles either. If you do get errors, just refresh the page until they go away.

In the meantime, I really am working on migrating us to SQL Server. If only it were that easy. I've also got to install a web based DBMS since I'm an Apple-nerd these days and SQL Server doesn't have any (free-ish) DBMS software for OS X. But once I get past all of that, we should be good to go!

Until then, please refresh when you see errors and forgive me! :(