One minute you’re living your life, tending to your garden, and the next you’re confined to an armchair and peeing in a bucket. For a long time my days revolved around how I was going to get to the bathroom. Mike and I reached new, never before imagined levels of intimacy!
In the first weeks of my recovery I wrote haiku as a way to amuse and comfort myself. (New thing I learned today–the plural of haiku is haiku!) Here is a selection of haiku that chronicle moments from the beginning of the journey (remember, this blog is called TMI 🙂 )
peeing in a jug
and crapping in a bucket
Mike is attending
wrapped in this arm chair
melting into a puddle
no AC heat wave
my ass is on fire
commode-induced hemorrhoid
the circle of pain
disability
need my doctor to sign forms
gone til October
after office hours
in the middle of the night
Princess sends letters
Princess keeps asking
fill out documents and sign
forms not fillable
a small improvement
the hemorrhoid burst today!
it’s the little things
I can’t take that med
penicillin allergy
go’way you’ll be fine
he brings me ice cream
turns all the fans towards me
and kisses my hand
The last one is my favourite <3 <3 <3