Life is a Rollercoaster
It’s now four weeks since I went under the knife and the super surgeon Louise cut me a new arsehole. Recovery has progressed well and I can now comfortably poop in a bag and not quite so comfortably sit down for […]
Climbing The Walls
The recuperation and recovery malarkey isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. It’s only just two weeks since the operation and ten days being at home and I am already crawling up the walls, as I am limited to what I […]
The Sex Vest
The conversation has of course turned, in recent days, to the topic of postoperative sexual relationships. As you may recall from an earlier post, I did offer Mrs W the chance of a quick bathroom shuffle whilst I was in […]