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A month into cheating on myself with Ben and Jerry, my grad school friends and I spearheaded arowdy weekend field trip to Prague, full of vodka shots cultural activities. I congratulated myself on this belated college milestone. The day after, a flare up knocked me over. Literally. Doubled over with pain, I could not get around for three months; I had never had a flare blindside me so severely. I was completely disabled, and it was my first high tech flare up: away from home, abroad, and skyping with my doctor. One and half years of effort down the drain in less than two months. I think it was the alcohol (which wasn't even two glasses) and being off the diet for 2 months, that made me tipsy over the fine line that I did not know I was treading. I found out the hard way that I can’t drink.
This was two years ago and the UC has been up, down, sideways, and diagonal ever since.
A month into cheating on myself with Ben and Jerry, my grad school friends and I spearheaded a
This was two years ago and the UC has been up, down, sideways, and diagonal ever since.
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