That Can't Be Good

Blood. Its never a good sign. Especially coming from parts of the body where it ought not to come. I mean, that's how this whole thing got started! Really, its just a small dot - nothing to be concerned about. Question is, why? Did I do something to trigger it? Eat something inappropriate? I have been experimenting with eating more of the healthier foods, and so far it has gone well. Is the exercise making things raw?

I worry that the amazing internal reconstruction job my surgeon miraculously performed only a few short years ago will suddenly come unhinged and without a moment's notice I could end up with a permanent stoma! The very thought makes me shudder. No way. Hold on to your wild imagination. No need to go down such a drastic road.

Still, I have been here before. And the first spot got my attention. This second one is concerning. If I see any more, I will be calling the doctor and trying not to panic. Repetition of this initial symptom is a difficult one to deal with.

At this point, I am merely lying low, pulling back from experimenting with fiber foods, not going to the Y for a couple of days, easing up.

And I am preparing for the "just in case" scenario. Just in case I end up in the hospital for some reason, I want to make sure that the emergency drawer has some cash in it, that my toenails are clipped and my legs are shaved, that the cupboards have some modicum of food in them, that the car gastank is full, that the bills are paid up, that Kiel knows where the important paperwork is and that its all up to date, that my phone is charged, that I have a small bag packed with essentials, that life will proceed smoothly without me should it need to for a few days. You know, the basics.

Darnit - a green light followed by a caution light. Well, maybe I am just making a fuss over nothing. Maybe the pain in my side is just gas and I am imagining things. Still, it never hurts to be ready.