Really, knowing that there are other sufferers out there helps me… truly!
I am supposed to take 6 Asacol pills (think brown horse pills) everyday but I’ve become incredibly lax. When I know I’m going somewhere, or when I have a flare-up, I take either Bactrim or Cipro. Either of those two antibiotics have an amazing effect in 24 hours. I don’t “do” Lomotil, but I “did” Bentyl (kind of same thing) but it totally knocks me out. One year, at the Las Amigas Charity show in L.A. I was really sick and took 2 Bentyl… and I swear I could not keep my feet in my stirrups! I wasn’t dopey feeling, but it’s an anti-spasmodic, and boy, was I anti-spazzed!
So I take 1/2 a Vicodin instead. Same effect, still able to ride & function, and no pain from the ah, lower end of my body, so it can remain in the saddle! 
Hence, when I’m at an away horse show, it becomes a choice betweeen starvation, take-out food from some Mexican restaurant (rice and guacamole) or playing gambler’s choice and eating out, risking ending up in the ER (last summer). 
Now on to more fun things… 
rusty, gotta love your definition of the show bill! Gosh dang, that irks me so much to pay splits for my “trainer” to stay at a fancy hotel! Once Beezer and I went to an A show on the cheap, and ran into our old trainer who bragged to us and our mom that he was staying at the Hilton because, “My customers are paying, so I figure I should just go first class,
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elizabeth, hope you have fun at the opera! I’ve been a few times, and I just figured out to clap late; I wait until everyone starts to applaud, that way I’m not a complete hick-idiot, clapping in the midst of what turns out to be a death scene. 
dmj, your horse is so cute! I love how they spread their front legs and look at the jump as they go over. Mine smacks himself in the chin with his knees, or his head disappears between his front legs. Thank goodness my medal days are over, LOL!
coreene: we must get you one of those fancy, Rodeo Drive black felt chi-chi cowboy hats with the sterling concho hat band to wear with your black breeches. Couple that with some designer sunglasses, and you shall be our Official Cal Clique Rep.! No one would mess with you. 