Clodfobble vindicated. Yet again.

[Clodfobble]

I'm happy the world is changing, but I'm sad. It's not fair (cue my mother telling me all throughout my childhood, "Life's not fair.") Minifob's been on the right diet, the right probiotics, the right fish oil, and the conventional meds, for years. He's been on the even more right diet, agreed by mainstream and alternative sides to be the absolute best it could possibly be, for one year this month. He's been on the Methotrexate for almost as long. He's better, don't get me wrong, leagues better than he used to be. But it weren't no six-week treatment for us, and even now we still have no idea if we'll ever be able to wean off the Methotrexate, or let him have raw produce, or more than one serving of fruit a day... Don't even get me started on Minifobette.

Sigh. Right. Having a cheery demeanor. (Not cool, Robert Frost!) I know better than anyone that improvement can spring from around the corner when you least expect it. Right now we're waiting for him to vomit in April. If he spontaneously vomits in April for no reason, as he did first in October and then in January, then that will be a very, very good sign. Then a colonoscopy in June, and then a fecal transplant. Still gotta find an appropriate donor for that shit. (Get it? Ha... ha... ha.)