Update

I survived the developing-country-film-shoot but barely. I was great for a few days but the unfamiliar food, lack of sleep and stress got to me. I had to skip a few meals but I made it out alive. The experience was amazing and I'm so glad to have had the opportunity. I ended up doing everything but taking photos, but it is a week (and a half) that I will always remember fondly.

The shoot came two weeks after my first skipped dose of Humira. I realize now that it was stupid to miss a dose but, at the time, I was feeling great and thought I would be fine missing one little injection. It was March and I was on my third Humira refill of the year. My insurance company had still not given me back a penny for 2011. I harassed them for weeks and made absolutely no progress. Each of my calls were met by a new diversion or straight up lie. Unending frustration. I had shelled out close to $6k for the year with no proof that I would ever see any reimbursement and I could not afford to spend another $2k, so I skipped it. A few hours before my flight, the insurance check arrived in the mail. Too little, too late.

I will never know if the trip would have been Crohn's free had I taken the Humira before I left. I will never know if I would have been ok skipping a dose if I were eating and sleeping comfortably at home. I do know that I felt much better a few days after I stuck myself upon my return. Thanks again, Humira.

I took three trips in the four weeks following the shoot and I can't say I was in good health. Flying kills my stomach. I don't know why. Even a short, one hour flight is enough to put my guts in knots. An even bigger problem is sticking to my regular food routine once I arrive at my destination. It's just impossible. Hopefully one day I will figure it out but, for now, for me, traveling means suffering. It's totally worth it.