I am writing this flat on my bed pumped full of Oxy, two antiobiotics, and with stitches and drains coming out of holes God didn’t put in my body.
I’ve had four surgeries in the past six weeks.
Fifteen years ago, I was diagnosed with ulcerative collitis, and had my colon removed. I’ve lived with complications ever since, but none have been that serious. Until now.
New problems have come up in what is left of my digestive tract, and it now looks like I have late onset Chron’s disease.
I don’t usually write personal things on my sites, but I’m posting this on both my blogs because I can, because I feel like it, and because I just read Jeffrey’s Brown’s “Funny Misshapen Body,” an autobiographical comic from Top Shelf Productions. It’s the first time I’ve read a comic and said, “Wow. That’s my story.”
(Other than when I read Hercules Prince of Power, of course.)
His description of his own operation (he just got a resection–real men like me have the whole damn thing removed) is exactly what happened to me. And the rest of the book is damn good, too–it’s an autobiography of an artist.
Great book, and it came into my life at the perfect time.