For the next 24 hours, I will only be eating fruit.
That should tell you how things are going around here.
I read somewhere that when asked to score their happiness with the results of this surgery less than a year later, the average score (of 25 of my fellow sufferers) was an 8 out of 10.
So I’m holding onto that hope. I’d like to be REALLY glad I did this, not just 80% glad, but 80% is still passing. So I’ll take it.
In other news, it looks like the “communication” between rectum and wound that my surgeon had been concerned about last week is closing up, because the symptom that I was experiencing has essentially stopped. I won’t tell you more than that, because you don’t really want to know. But that’s VERY good news, because it means that I will probably not have to have further surgery, which is FANDAMNTASTIC.
And I’m finding that I’m pretty continent. A little TOO continent. But anyway. My mother hypothesizes that a lot of this is likely caused by a fear of pooping since I know it’s gonna hurt. She’s probably right.
So. Fruit. Pineapple and prunes in particular, since they have the greatest laxative tendencies. The things you learn.