Last week I attended a follow-up appointment from my 2nd operation. It wasn't fully what I was expecting though.
I walked in expecting to be told that I was doing fine and that my next operation would be in the next couple of months. Only to be told that although I am doing well, my final operation wouldn't be for at least 6 months. I have no exact date on when it will be, but based on the last two, I suspect it will be postponed further to allow for emergency operations to take priority. Now, while I'm fine with that, it would have been nice if I'd been told this information before leaving hospital in December, so that I could plan around it.
I've been going through the pros and cons of having to wait, and there is a list as long as my arm for both but in the end, it isn't in my control.
Moving on from that, I finally getting used to this second stoma and managing it more efficiently, much like before. The only downside to this one is trying to control the output - which isn't going as well as I'd like. Taking baby steps, and patience, seems to be the only way forward.
I'm at that point where I've forgotten what it was like before - not the pain and illness, but the going to the toilet like a normal person. It's actually a little worrying that when I finally get to that end-point, it will be such a new thing for my body to accustom to. Almost like being a grown-up baby (I've been looking for nerdy diapers, but struggling to find some).
Anyway, I'm not going to bore you too much. Keeping this short, sweet and to the point. Preparing for my big one.
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