Okay it's Feb. 4 and I'm pretty much back to normal, or at least what passes for normal for me.  I even take walks again when the weather cooperates.  Ohio in the winter can be full of surprises to say the least. 

 

One person has been fabricating the lives of two people.  I won't go into details because there are too many and it wouldn't do any good anyway.  Trying to figure out why a person would join a support group for ostomates when neither they nor a family member or friend is or may become an ostomate is mind boggleing.  Then to spend the next year and 3 or 4 months posting nearly 4,000 very long-winded messages, it is useless to try and figure it out.  All we are pretty certain about is that it wasn't for monetary gain.

 

Should I be knocking on wood?on Shaz's site

 

I made several trips to the hospital in the Spring and Summer of both 2006 and 2007.  It's been a rough couple of years around here.  The older I get the more I feel the need for someone to share my life with but that is evidently NEVER going to happen.  The best I can do is animals.  My sweet little Lady died then a little over a year later Serena's Missy died.  Poor thing about went crazy after Lady died, Serena moved out, and I had to go to the hospital so much.

 

Now I have 3 puppies about 4 months old that are good at driving my BP up.  I forgot what a chore puppies are and when I heard th lady was going to drop them along the road I had to take them.  Now I wondering where my mind was when I made that decision.

 

In early January 1997 I had a bowel blockage and was in severe pain.  I went to the local emergency room and after the problem was diagnosed the ER doctor decided to have me transported to the Arthur G. James Cancer & Research Hospital at OSU.  That is where I was treated for cancer in 1991.

 

The trip from Chillicothe to Columbus is about 60 miles, ambulances aren't known for their smooth ride and a lot of pain meds cause constipation, it was NOT a fun trip.  My journey started in the afternoon and it was the next morning before they had me in a room in a comfy bed.  I think they did finally give me something for the pain along with a stool softener and a gallon of something that I had to drink to clean out my intestines.  To get the full impact of that last little gem, I have to tell you that after my cancer treatments in '91 I had chronic diarrhea for years and sitting had to be done on one of those donut cushions or for very short periods.  I really didn't want to spend the next several hours on the potty chair but everything had to be emptied before I could have the surgery.

 

After spending the night sitting on the potty chair with my head on the bed in an effort to get at least a little sleep, I was finally taken to the OR.  The next thing I knew I was in recovery with my new "friend".

 

I can't really tell you much about the next few days because the pain was bad enough that I was on morphine.  I remember a few visitors and the nurses teaching me how to take care of my stoma and change my appliance.  I spent as much time as possible sleeping.  When my brother came to pick me up and I was walking from the wheelchair to the curb I'd take one step backward for two steps forward and he had to help me step up into his truck. 

 

For the first month there was an ET nurse that visited every day, which was a great help.  On the morphine my kids had a lot of fun with Mom beign high.  Once the pain lessened and I was able to start moving around more I started feeling better pretty quick. 

 

I've felt much better in the years since I had the colostomy than did from '91 to '97.  So even when something seems like it is going to be a bad thing, it can actually be a very good thing.

 

They both have message boards where you can get answers to questions about people with an ostomy whether it is you, a friend, a relative, or spouse.  I have added a message board to this site, the entrance is located on my Home page.