Rolling with the ick

I have decided to embrace my grossness, my only other choice is to curl into a ball and pretend I don't exist. I still do not have a properly fitted ostomy apparatus so I find myself covered in shit or mucousy fluid at least 2-4 times a day. At first this made me sad but now, mostly, I am resigned to dealing with my fecal explosiveness, though it really kind of traps me at home for the most part. Eventually this situation will be resolved and honestly, I am still crawling out of my sludge filled existence, everyday is a little better with a side of "Damn it, I thought that was resolved" situation as one foot seems to slip back. This shit is challenging and I am not as bouncy as I have been in the past....The first person who laments my older age gets a knuckle sandwich, I have been bad before but like childbirth it is easy to block out the most painful times.

The pressure in my abdomen is improving, I started massaging my abdominal area and working gas out...Embrace the ick, I feel like I have scored points everytime I toot, as weird as that sounds.

Wish me luck.

Until next time ❤️