Tomorrow, 12 March 2009, I go into the hospital to reconnect with an old friend: my colon.
When my surgeon, Dr. M, evicted Frank, he chopped out about ten inches of my colon. To give my poor colon time to heal, he rerouted my small intestines into an ileostomy bag.
While pooping into the bag has been loads of fun, I'm really looking forward to using the toilet like a normal person.
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