I made it home in one piece without busting a stitch. For the next few days I slept in our massage chair and during the next few days, I sat in the massage chair. I know this is going to sound gross, and if I wasn’t the person actually experiencing the happenings, I would throw up. Remember I am the worst when it comes to throwing up. (Blog #8) Any little thing would make me gag. Having a colostomy is not for the weak. I have a heightened sense of smell that triggers me to throw up. I would also gag and/or throw up if I saw someone else doing so. (even little babies) Little did I know, all of that was about to end. I really never gave much thought to the actual function of a colostomy and what my daily maintenance would be. You would think I should know from my past insurance jobs everything about a colostomy. I knew it was an insurable temporary or permanent medical condition that allows waste to exit the body. I knew the medical term and whether to insure a person or not for life insurance. I did not know what new responsibilities I would have to learn to take care of this added feature to my body. Not only did I have my stoma, but I also had a temporary drainage bag to deal with. The drainage bag was actually a plastic football-shaped container, I had to empty the fluids into a measuring cup and measured the fluids twice a day. A small plastic tube is used to help drain away the fluid after an operation, without the drainage tube fluids might gather up and cause infection. I tried to measure as close to the same time every day, until my next doctor’s appointment. Hope I haven’t lost you yet, this is getting gross to me, I’m stopping now. 2 Corinthians 9:8 And God is able to bless you abundantly, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work. I was surprised at how well I was adjusting.