Yeah, I have quite an interest in that stuff. I collect swords, and even used to train in historical European martial arts a bit before I got sick.
I don't think he does, unfortunately. He's a research professor so he only teaches part-time and spends the rest of it writing books (which he likes to sell to students lol)
I had to have my illium completely removed, that was the most severely diseased portion (and where Crohns primarily targets I believe). And I was clearly thinking too short-term there: *ahem* I really can't wait for cyborg organs and mind uploads to computers to skip out on all these problematic issues all together. :P
Yes, exactly. I actually want to take a minor in Medieval History when I get back. I only just realized my university offers it.
And they might be offered online or by other professors, but that one in particular is my favorite. Plus he likes me so I get basically a guaranteed A in his courses. :P
And, I see. I actually sort of have the opposite of that now, I had most of my large intestine removed (amazing that that's... a thing that can happen.) I'm personally can't wait for organ cloning. <_<
Well, that's the thing about... let's call it Hydromorphone. That sounds less sordid. After taking it, I never ever wanted to be off it again. Scary stuff.
And, sorry, it was a class about how the Medieval period is portrayed in films. We got as far as watching Beowulf before I had to quit.
And it's actually more an issue of enough people showing interest in the classes for them to be viable. Plus, the professor travels all over the world for research, he's not always here teaching. Hence why they might not be available when I get back.
Oh, well, short version, they had to give me intravenous nutrition to keep me from starving to death, and the line they were using developed an infection that got into my heart, so I had to have open heart surgery 3 months after my GI surgery. I also got addicted to medical heroin thanks to needing it around the clock for nearly a year to keep my pain in check. I'm... shocked to this day by how normal I feel now. It's like it was all a nightmare that's passed.
And, I took an official Leave of Absence from my university's English department, so all my credits will be intact when I get back. I just hope the courses I was taking when I had to drop are still being offered, they were fascinating. (Medievalism in Modern Films, Norse Mythology, and Heaven, Hell, & Judgment in Literature o-o Shut up, I'm a nerd.)
They have weaker medications for my disease, they work for a lot of people. I just got unlucky. (That's not even the beginning of my misfortunate health, but I'll spare you.)
I don't get out very much anymore, not since I got sick. I had to quit school, but hopefully can re-enroll for the fall. Only had a few classes left for my degree.
Humira was a bi-weekly injection I had to go to the hospital to get, in 4 different sites (both arms and both legs each time). Each shot costs $2000, for the record. :|
As soon as it got injected, it felt like pure poison in my tissue, caused massive swelling and pain that lasted for a week at least. I got severe fevers, and literally couldn't get out of bed, let alone even think about eating. Oh, and it's pretty much guaranteed to cause cancer in long term use, if it doesn't give you a stroke or an aneurysm first. (The commercials for it are... disturbing in the sheer list of deadly side-affects.)
I am well-acquainted with needing to gain weight; I got so malnourished with my illness I was literally starving to death and came rather close to it. Now that I can digest once more I'm thankfully much healthier.
And yes. You could say I'm something of an introvert. :P
That's what happened to me: they kept putting me on progressively more dangerous medications (Humira should not even exist. I thought I was going to die on that stuff. I probably would have), so now that it's all over I think I'm glad I got the surgery.
And I was mostly joking about being shy. On here's fine.