Well recovery from this surgery is moving slow. Really obnoxiously slow, mostly due to the giant hole I have in my incision that won’t heal. I get close with a big scab and then some how it gets ripped off…hence why I asked for stitches.
Anyway. First and foremost. I am down to 169 lbs. Which is probably from just not eating. But I’m trying, I’m just never hungry. Its kind of a mind fuck because I want to eat because you’re supposed to, but I’m not hungry and I’ve got to lose weight. Before I get all your lecture on how I have to eat…I know. I’m trying…thanks mom.
Anyway. Lets talk Stomas. Mine…this new one..is a real bastard. I didn’t name it cause I hate it. Its sooo damn loud and I dont know why. Like constant loud. Its super attractive. So not only do I wear my butthole on my stomach…I also hear it all the time. Its the worst show and tell ever.
I also have this weirdo pain that comes and goes right around where my drain tube used to be. Sometimes I wish I lived closer to CC so I could just run on over for a check up, instead Im afraid like my insides are eating their way out and the stoma is their leader barking commands.
Also…someone found my blog by searching “cowgirl butt poo”.
I feel honored.