Hah. Get it?
So my intestines finally decided to act on the attack they had apparently been planning for over a month. Their leader is my ileum, whom I have decided to call Marla. If you get that movie reference, go bake yourself a cookie. So anyway, Marla managed to get together with her pals “DD” the Duodenum and “JJ” the Jejunum to attack me once again. After a week in the hospital, I have finally managed to get DD and JJ back on my side of the fence. A task that required a series of confrontations involving naso-gastral vacuums, and more than one enema. We were hopeful that these very same procedures would return Marla completely to our side; but in this, we were not completely successful. We simply managed to keep her dormant…almost like in a Neo-stuck-in-the-train-station sorta way. And if all goes well, unlike Neo, she’ll never get out of Mobil Ave.
And so I’d like to give my thanks all the peoples who kept me company both by phone, and in person. And of course to all of youse who kept me in your prayers. Thank you.
Final thought of the day: it’s amazing how much you can appreciate and enjoy swallowing your own saliva with no pain after having had a tube stuck up your nose and down into your stomach for over 60 hours. Life…gotta love it. I know I do.
...you are not a beautiful and unique snowflake
2 comments:
moooooonib-
so glad you are back home and that marla is under control. i'm so elated by this development that i just might send you a hamster. or a snake.
well, mon, you managed to talk about some rather personal parts of the body without revealing too much, congrats on that! :)
Glad that you're feeling better too!
Also, some time when i see you next i'll have to tell you all about my friend whose parents were major enema-advocates. cleansing. yes.
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