I'm finally seeing the surgeon on Tuesday for this fistula/fissure issue I have. I'm willing to do anything right now. I've gotten to the point where the things leaking out of me really really shouldn't be, and I'm a little nervous. I absolutely hate living off of pain pills. I've been tired enough in my life to be done with it.
Anyways, from what a lot of people of told me, it's a pretty simple procedure, and I have enough money in my HSA to cover it, I think. This second round of flagyl did absolutely nothing for me. I've been wearing my wife's pantyliners in my underwear to prevent stains on my pants. This has gotten me down BIG time. I hate that cycle of depression, where if I wake up feeling good, I'm on top of the world, and then it all comes crashing down in a few hours with a bowel movement. I don't know what I'd do without my wife, really.
I think after this, I'll seek a counselor or therapist, just to clear my head and get things in perspective. As terrible as this disease is, I'm not in a wartorn famine plagued part of the world. I need perspective and patience.
And a butt that works.