OK.

More surgery.

Probably major surgery. The pouch's collar seems to be complete toast, which means a conversion to a standard colostomy. He won't know for 100% sure until he gets in there in a couple of hours, but we're pretty sure.

So, no more tight jeans (sorry, guys). No more tight anything.

It would mean I could eat more like a normal person again. I miss my salads, corn, etc.

I'll write more when I can. I told my boss that I could, technically, be out for 4 - 6 weeks (yes, weeks), so I'm begging him for a work laptop so I don't lose my job. Wouldn't that suck...