WARNING: This post may contain offensive language.
So, to catch up from April 25th when I had my gallbladder out, the only words that come to mind are shit, shit and more shit. It seems inaccurate to call it poop because it came in droves and shot out like a rocket. Now I realize that sounds crass, but I have to remain true to how it happened. It was just two weeks after my gallbladder came out that I had lost 10 more pounds. Now, ordinarily I would be over the moon with a 10 pound weight loss, but what I had also lost was the ability to eat anything normal or be further than 5 steps from a toilet. So to regain some self-control and dignity I saw the surgeon. Apparently bile induced diarrhea is completely to be expected. Funny, I don't remember reading that in the manual and if it's expected then why didn't I get medicine at the time of surgery? Guess it doesn't happen to everyone, but like everything this year, if it's going to happen to someone, it's going to happen to me.
So I got some medicine...and what was it...yeah some nasty orange powder I had to mix with water and drink in the morning. It took me right back to all those shakes I had to drink and the liquid diet before the surgery and for half a minute I was second guessing my decision to have the surgery. Whenever I start to feel like that, I just step on the scale and start smiling again.
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