Hi gang!
Week, here I lay, in Mount Sinai Hospital, mourning the loss of a dear friend, my K pouch, it didn't survive, I awoke from the surgery, more them 10 months. I'd forgotten the hassle of having an ileostomy, so much for my cycling career! I've spent the past 2 days hallucinating, this is, by far, the worst surgery I've ever endured, and the most disappointing as well, now I'm depressed! I need a hug, and a miracle. Dr Cohen told me there was nothing he could do due to the amount of adhesions from previous surgeries, ucks huh?
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