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Sketchy bowels

Just a quicky update without poetic musings or gory photos.

Amanda felt better today than yesterday. Not good, but better. That's a win. She's allowed to drink clear fluids again, so I brought her bottles of Apple juice, iced tea and Schweppes ginger ale. Go easy on those. 

Tomorrow we get a tutorial on colostomy how-to. I expect it will be as yucky as you imagine. Changing diapers for the past nearly three years may have prepared us somewhat. 

Two images for you.

First, what appears to be a measurement of the incision on her belly. I got a small peek at a small part of it today and .... 

That's a big boo-boo.

Yeah, for real. 

Second, I got to ask Dr. Sugimoto a couple of questions about the surgery and how Amanda could have ended up with yet more free-floating poop in her abdomen. This drawing explains it all. 

Anatomically correct, from a certain point of view.

I am not going to explain what I drew, but I assure you it was satisfactory to Amanda, which is good enough for me. 

I hope the nurses don't get mad because I wrote on their whiteboard. Or that I inadvertently made "discharge plan" a terrible pun. 

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