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Back from the specialist. Apparently he's a gastroenterologist and not a proctologist as I thought. He has the hairiest ears I have ever seen. His office was the first office I had ever been in that was completely devoid of art. The *only* art in the examination room was a huge poster of everything that can possibly go wrong with digestive tract, which I found terribly interesting, but I am sure would intimidate the hell out of anyone who doesn't want to know what can go wrong with innards. On a small cart older than my parents was a device that was definitely older than me that I could not figure out the use of. I did like the lamp he had- I wish I had one for my stitching on the couch, and I said so. I'd have liked it better if it wasn't permanently aimed at the middle of the table from the side. If I hadn't known what to expect, I think I would have been frightened terribly. But when it comes down to brass tacks, I found myself liking him. I assume it was his wife who was receptionist/nurse/telephone answerer/everything else needed. He did not put the desk between us. He did not put on gloves before speaking to me. He looked me in the eye and listened to me. He even mentioned briefly volunteering for a clinic in Africa.

The only bad thing is that he gave me a prescription for a suppository I am to take once a day for three weeks and then go see him again. This should help stop bleeding, and depending on my reaction to them, we will decide the course of treatment from there. I don't mind suppositories. Preparation H is my friend. However, these before insurance were $10+ each, and that's the same price as Viagra. Even after insurance, I can't really afford it at $80 total. But this is a serious thing, and I'd better do what I can to cure it.

Canasa is for ulcerative proctitis. Nasty, nasty stuff. I still worry in the back of my head that I'm just drinking too much milk and that's what's setting off an allergic reaction and causing this.  ¶ 12:53 PM