Stoma stoma stoma. Read read read, inform inform inform, freak freak freak. Two more sleeps. Shit. And shitting I am – liquid no thanks to the rigorous FOUR DAYS of bowel prep that’s required for surgery. Strangely MM didn’t have to go through this prep pre his surgery. Is this yet another hurdle I am being delivered? Or is it simply a progressive change in the method of bowel surgery prep? Two days of low residue/fibre – think only white light coloured food eg fish and spuds for dinner – followed by two days of liquids only. Tomorrow, the last day of the prep, is going to be hell, my stomach already feels like it’s turning on itself. At least today I could still have a cappuccino and other milky drinks, I could even have custard. I didn’t because M’darlink made a delicious Asian style chicken bone broth which I figured offered a tad more nutrition. I probably should have made some custard at least I’d feel fullish and the eggs would have had protein. Damn, I didn’t think that through. It may also have helped with my headspace which is struggling with what now looks like a prisoner of war body and ain’t gonna improve with the addition of a scar and external pooh accessory. Thankfully we have some pretty awful tasting protein powder in the pantry that we add to smoothies… think I better rise above the poxy vanilla taste and mix some in milk before I depress you all. Fuck fuck fuck.