4 years ago today, I got home with my new friend, complete with compounds, bags and adhesives ! I was alive after colon and rectal surgery ! I was then confined to do nothing but heal ! I puked for a few days, I didn't realize my innards were lime green, after decomposition, until my bucket proved it. My little friend, got full quite often. Well after enough Ensures, I knew I was good to go ! I was home with nothing to do for at least 6 weeks Well, I stopped pooping, and nothing in the bag resembled, anything more than green jello OK, it's just bile,(or some other disgusting, manifest of the human body), butt a week later, as I saw my surgeon, he was quick to point something out. " You look like shit. Why didn't you go to the emergency room ?" Me, of course responded in my own typical way, "It was my birthday" He responded ever so nicely, "So, you would rather die on your birthday, than go to the emergency room?" 1 week later, I was done with my ostomy, and haven't been so close to renal failure again !
Don't be afraid of the ER,
Michael