My parents say that I should write my feelings out  so I stop screaming and punching things when my stoma decides to poop all over my favorite tooth brush... (yes that has happened multiple times). I was in agreement, because beating the crap out of my wall doesn't really seem to fix very much, matter of fact because I haven't put my pouch on "King" (my stoma) decides to just go completely insane.

Perhaps I should back up a little, who am I? Why am I writing this? Why did God make pandas? These are all very important questions, but to answer the first two; my name is SJ. I just turned 20, and I am... fortunately or unfortunately depending on how you look at it, wearing a poopbag for the rest of my life. My surgery was on 04/12/2013, and I am now a proud Ileostomate and the owner of a stoma named "King". Pooping out of my stomach, is actually kind of cool. I suffered from an extremely severe case of ulcerative colitis, colonic volvulus and just a generally jacked up digestive system in general. Apparently my silly sally of a colon decided to wrap itself around my spleen and kidneys, so it was basically either this or die. As an inspirational quote on google images put it "It's better to have a bag, than be in one". 

I honestly thought I would have more to say today, but the best blogs have it come out as it goes along right? So moving on, what did I do today, I watched a shitload of absolutely terrifying Japanese Horror Movies, played Fallout 3, grabbed a couple coffees with my business partner and then played more Fallout.

I wish I could say that going out on the town was the most interesting part of my day, but we just talked about the Real Estate School we're signing up for; the most interesting thing I did today was snipe three raiders at once in the VATS system with an Alien Disintergrator. It was absolutely phenomenally badass, God I need a life. 

Anyway, I'm off to wank off and chain smoke my way back to the Xbox, toodles!