MM could well have been right in reckoning I’ve turned a corner and this time thankfully not into a wall of his fart.
I don’t want to speak too soon, not because a wall of fart can happen at any moment but because it could bring about expectation which has proven not to work one iota on this roller coaster.
However, I’m happy to report the past three days have been pretty bloody good.
We managed a social outing at the weekend without too much angst, my bonding with the porcelain has lessened, as has the waves of variable pain. I’m down to a single pain which can be relieved by a bowel movement and given recent history that shouldn’t be too difficult. However, said bowel movements have decided to normalise somewhat. Fabulous, the one time I welcome a pooh and my bowel doesn’t want to deliver… of course not, it’s as contrary as our two bloody cats. Despite not delivering on command, I am very damn excited about near normal poohs, it’s the first time in a whole year! I nearly took a snap to show you all… Holler if you’d like to see it 😜.