I mean, her bag, is just so big.
I can’t believe it’s just so round, it’s like, out there, I mean – gross. Look!
Said no one ever.
Hey y’all! I’m back!
I know, I’ve been gone far too long. You thought I died during surgery. You were worried. You missed my shitty wit. You thought you were going to follow the chronicles of my entry into the bag life in real time. Good news! I did not die during my 7 hour surgery!
I did spend 4 days in the step down unit, 2 days in a regular room, received 2 blood transfusions, had a doctor under dose my epidural on day 1, needed an ultrasound on my arm to find a vein, blew out every IV I received, watched season 1 of Gossip Girl, left the hospital sans a colon and rectum, but(t) gained. more. life. in the last 8 months than I ever thought possible with severe Crohn’s disease, and an ostomy bag.
When I returned home from the hospital, I wanted my anticipated 6 week short term disability leave to fly by as fast as possible. I wanted taking a shower to be effortless. I wanted my (mom-enforced) daily walk down my driveway to the mailbox to be easy. I wanted to feel strong. I wanted my bag to stop leaking. I wanted to sleep on my left-side, in my own bed. I actually just wanted to be able to sleep in a bed. I wanted this itchy thing attached to my stomach to be gone. I wanted so badly to feel “normal” again.
And my “normal” didn’t included blogging my daily struggles with my new body and my new ostomy bag.
Fast forward 8 months, my life is totally normal! It’s beyond normal! It’s extraordinary.
Stay tuned for my tips on navigating bag life, my love of high waisted anything, an occasional craft or recipe, and how I prove to Becky, and everyone, how it’s not my bag, but(t) my life, that is just so big.