agreed mate, I know someone with it, fucking life changing stuff.
Same here. I was hospitalized in late 2008 with a nasty case of diverticulitis. My stupid ass felt the pain for a day or two before my fever shot off the chart and I thought I was dying.
One week later, antibiotics had cured the infection, but I had to take it easy and attend my diet much closer.
I thought I was doing okay until Oct. 2013, at which point the diverticulitis struck again. That time, two weeks of antibiotics didn't even touch it, so I had surgery that left me with a stoma and colostomy bag for almost six months. In early/mid-2014 I underwent the reversal surgery, whereby the ill part of my guts were removed, sewn back together, and the bag was no longer required. It took awhile for everything to heal after that, but I was lucky.
I digress.
While I was waiting to be discharged with the bag, one of my nurses and I wound up talking about her eldest granddaughter, a kid of nine who was diagnosed with Crohn's. There I was, feeling sorry for myself because I'd lost so much weight and -- oooo! -- missed my weekly 250 mg T Enanthate dose, only to come face-to-face with a sweet young grandmother and her darling little one coping with, and bravely fighting, something waaaay beyond that which affected me. She wheeled me down to my fiancé's car when I was finally discharged, at which point I'm not embarrassed to say I wept like an old woman as I embraced her and said goodbye.
TLDL, I know
. But for those of you who appreciate it, that was from the soul...such as mine is, between the G4P, tranny worship, Muzzie-loving, fake gear and ... Eh. Fill in the gaps as you might, gents
Sidious aka Dorian Cutlerman aka Lodz aka Pec T. Oral (but maybe scratch that last one ... That might've been my handle at muscle mayhem dot com. Damn, I'm getting old. Soon enough I'll have to join my nignog Wes in the old folks' home
).
