Holy Shit!

Holy Shit! Is this what I signed up for? This surgery was a terrible, terrible mistake. At least that is what I feel like today. I got up at 6:30 today to start the wonderful 3 and a half hour daily stay in the bathroom. It was horrible. My stomach was cramping to the point where I got nauseous. So I hurt everywhere and my middle feels as though it is being ripped to shreds. Not a great day. I took enough meds this morning so I should be unconscious, even if I was an elephant! Andstill after taking all that for pain and muscle spasms, I still felt horrible. I called my doc's nurse and she recommended the full 8 immodium a day that is safe to take. I am taking them like clockwork, hoping that tomorrow will be different. But I seriously doubt it. I drank all day long and finally ate 2 pieces of pizza around 6 tonight. Then it started hurting again. I can seriously understand why people with IBD chose to starve rather than go through this. I was so over this today. I wanted to call my surgeon and have him put me on the schedule for surgery tomorrow to have the stoma replaced. That is how much pain I've been in. A lot. But my sis was nice enough to do a little research on the subject while I was praying in my porcelain temple. Many people have a lot of b.m.s during the first few weeks following the takedown procedure. Apparently. And they call their docs and their docs prescribe immodium. So, I guess I am par for the course thus far. Though I don't feel that way. I feel like I have made a colossal mistake. On the upside, the diversionary colitis is gone. Or, it could just be swallowed up by the excrutiating pain of the CD. It is a toss up.
In other joyful news, I also decided to take off the steri strips today, because they were falling off a bit. Well, when your Doc says let them fall off by themselves, please listen. I ripped my skin off when I took off the strips. So now I have two additional bleeding wounds to add to my collection. Overall, I gotta give this day a solid D-. Hopefully, tomorrow will be better. Clap your hands kids if you believe in the IBD Mercy Fairy. We can make it happen. Clap damnit! Clap!!!