I don't feel bad and I'm glad he is getting some distractions. Five more days til my surgery and I can't stop thinking about it or yammering on and on about everything I've learned. I may loose my voice for a while and maybe that would be a blessing for him. I am a bit concerned about the pain because all the patient stories I've been reading all talk about how painful it is (kind of suspicious how the doctors didn't mention any of that). I like to think of myself as a toughie but I think maybe that's just the me I make up in my head.

Anyway, I think the waiting is the worst part but I may eat those words next week.
My CC has been more active lately, I'm sure because of the stress. I've been able to eliminate lots of foods from my diet since I'm not hungry at all. I expected to see some improvements because of that but haven't. Bummer. The nurse told me to take my entocort surgery day because she wants things calm down there. Humph. How nice for her, I would like that all the time. As I was in the bathroom wondering just how well someone walking by on this beautiful September day in font of my house may or may not hear my gassy activities with the window open, I thought of my husband. He does not have GI problems yet he does. He lives them with me day after day. What a challenge it must be adapting to life with someone who has such limitations. It's been this way since 2007 but I often wonder how much more he can put up with. I also remember way back when we first started dating. You know, when you still don't acknowledge that each other poops, farting in front of your sweetie would be sooo embarrassing, and work done on hemorrhoids was a one person job. I may be getting a little personal but it is just the plain facts. My husband routinely asks if it is ok to for him to use the bathroom, always giving me a chance to cut in line, has left the bathroom with a full mouth of toothpaste to accommodate my needs, has become accustomed to me hovering around the bathroom because I don't want to be too many steps away from the throne at times. He has learned not to ask if I am suddenly in the shower after making a mad dash to the toilet or pretends not to notice if I'm suddenly changing my drawers. The addition of boy shorts underwear to my collection of thongs was not questioned because a little extra fabric covering the back-side is sometimes a very nice security blanket. Oh actually, they were noticed and a joking "why the granny panties" was meant to make me laugh. As I recall, I didn't have a sense of humor that day but have gotten over it. I have been offered a ride in the shopping cart when I have been stopped in my tracks in the middle of he store with no bathroom in site. For not having any poop clauses in our wedding vows, he sure has put up with his fair share of sh**.
I just offer a big thank you to those we sometimes take for granted because all too often a sense of humor is absent when MC is around.