First night home
Friday February 06th 2009, 4:43 pm
Filed under: Crohn's flare

I’ve been debating all day whether to blog this. I woke up at 4:45 am a mess, and all I could think of to do was to wake Richard up in tears.  The stupid bleeping bag, empty when I’d gone to bed, had burst. I didn’t even know they could DO that, and I had utterly no idea what to do. I’m new at this stuff. I didn’t even remember at that hour how to put a new seal on, and I didn’t know where the thing was leaking and I’d been given many a warning about not letting that stuff on my skin.  I wanted to wail, I have to live with THIS for the rest of my life?!

He got me into the warm shower, helped me see the seal was fine, got me a new bag–I didn’t even know if I had another one the right size in the various supplies they’d sent me home with–tucked me back into bed with a much-needed pain pill, and told me it was okay, it was his turn to do the midnight changings now.

I can’t tell you how much I love that man.

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Reading about all the wonderful ways that you and Richard support and care for each other demonstrates to all the rest of us what a truly loving marriage is all about.


Comment by Diane in Northern CA 02.07.09 @ 4:55 pm

What a night! I can’t imagine how devastating that must have been for you, but what a blessing that honey of your’s is! Hang in there, surely it will only get better from here on. {{{{{Alison}}}}}

Comment by Shelly H 02.07.09 @ 6:13 pm

Alison-I’ve been there in the past (while healing from a near-fatal post-op infection), and remember what it’s like. There is a lot of adjustment and learning. Patience is needed, go easy on yourself. And check out other supplies to find what works best. It will all sort itself out, but be sure to ask questions and get all the help you can from your ostomy nurse! More prayers going out for your continued healing.

Comment by Dawn A 02.07.09 @ 6:26 pm

Alison – it took my mom awhile to get the handle on the thing, but she’s just fine now. It just TAKES AWHILE. Honest. It does get better.

Speaking of periods being sort of the same kind of messy, some day I will tell you the story of the pink wet cat and why she never sleep behind my legs again. But I don’t think it’s a good one for the airways 🙂

Love, kiddo.

Comment by afton 02.07.09 @ 6:31 pm

Oh, sweetie, what a hell of an adjustment you’re having to make. Thank God for your Richard. What a blessing he is.

Hope today is better.
Praying for strength in your adjustment period…

Comment by Pegi 02.07.09 @ 6:49 pm

Oh hugs honey! True love.

He’s a gem. But then so are you.

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Comment by Romi 02.07.09 @ 9:50 pm

You are such a fighter (in the calmest sense of the word), but I can just imagine how this would have been so frustrating, after everything. But you have a strength that is in a class of its own. I don’t worry for you, Alison. Love, blessings, and a big hearty smile to you!

Comment by Adrian 02.08.09 @ 3:51 am

I love him, too. You got the right guy.


Comment by LynnH 02.08.09 @ 3:45 pm

Now you made me cry! You really picked the right guy… Hope your recovery is easier now!

Comment by Monica 02.09.09 @ 3:08 am

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