My Pouchie is supposed to be my best friend when it comes to weight loss and better health. My Pouchie is trying to betray me.
Apparently I have a stomach stricture, and get to have an outpatient hospital visit tomorrow to get Pouchie loosened up enough to let things through. This is the same issue I had in the hospital, and when I called my surgeon this afternoon to find out if it was a problem that my stomach wouldn't empty his replay was, "Yeah, I'm not surprised." (??!!) I guess he and Pouchie met during the surgery and he could tell that she didn't like to share her bounty with my intestines (no, they don't have a cute name yet).
Oh, and I also have a string coming out. That's right. Not a stitch. A STRING. Like a piece of twine. Poking out of one of the holes in my belly. Even worse, it's healed into my skin so I now have a perma-string sticking out of me. I guess I can consider it an adornment, and dye or fringe it for special occasions. But damn! First Pouchie betrays me by acting up, and now I have Stringy entering into the mix. I will never be lonely now.
Creepy, right? Ya, that's how I feel. And it's all IN MY BELLY.
I think I should take some oxycodone and call it a night.