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Bum burn

I've been out with the girls tonight for a curry. This was a pre-op/post Christmas chinwag and catch up but the choice of food was my request. 


Now curry isn't low residue. The rice, popadoms and nan bread are fine but the vindaloo, vegetables and cobra beer are definitely not recommended. 

But I figure it may be a long time until I'm able to tolerate a curry once I'm joined up and all the plumbing is working inside. Plus with a stoma you don't get bum burn 😉 💩

It was nice to get dressed up, made up and hair done even though it did involve a fight with Big girl over using her new curling wand that she got for Christmas. At one point I thought one, or both of us would end up getting burnt and ending up at A&E!

Everyone said how well I looked. And you know what? I'm starting to feel it. 



I feel like the old me is emerging; like a butterfly from a chrysalis. During the really tough times I thought it may have vanished completely. I thought I had changed too much to ever get the old me back. I thought it was impossible. But it's there. I can feel it and I'm excited to think that things can only get better. 

I've had a fab night. I love the fact that with my coffee group we can talk about anything and everything. Some of tonight's topics were babies, buggery, lady boys, family (especially the goings on over Christmas!), moving house, spoons (a game that we all have to learn apparently) ikea, phone apps, eBay and diets. It's a mixed bag but boy have we laughed. Especially at the story of a small child being bitten by an adult whilst playing said spoon game and another tale of getting glitter gel rubbed into boobs by a distant family member at a party. 

If you think I'm mad, you should meet these ladies. They make me look relatively normal. Maybe that's what's great about us. We are all a little bit crazy but we all love each other despite (or because) of it. 

I know I'm going to pay for what I've eaten. In the restaurant I made 5 trips to the loo- a loo so cold there was steam rising off my output as I emptied my bag!- and I've already been twice in the half an hour I've been home. 

I'm hoping that my bag lasts the night and I have no leaks otherwise I can see me having to assume 'the position' for quite some time in the early hours of the morning. 

But I don't care. Nights like tonight are better than any medication the doctors can prescribe and I enjoyed every mouthful. I saw this on the Internet and thought it summed up tonight:


And I should know cause I've had plenty of stomach ache!

NB x

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