My Louie is from something I said circa 1995 when I was diagnosed with Crohn's disease and told my Lima sis Denise..."Until somebody like Chanel makes colostomy bags, I'm not getting one"...and then we talked about how having a colostomy was my very worst nightmare.
Fast forward almost thirty years, and here I sit...with a colostomy. But since we all know that my tiny little brain just seems a bit bent...here's the provenance of Louie:
I was in the big girl sleigh bed the first night home having my first proper meltdown when I heard "Louie...I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship", and then I started thinking about bags...designer bags...like the aforesaid Chanel...then Hermes...and then finally it hit me.
Louie.
As in Louie V Tawn.
......
BECAUSE HE'S A BAG!
Get it?
So Louie it is. And today he went for his first follow-up with his surrogate Dad...Dr Thompson...who took great delight in meeting his little guy.
(This is where Annie might pop in and tell me to knock off the cutesy again. Do you remember Annie? She is the Dearie who gave me a good talking to about the joking and clowning around and playing the fool during dialysis with all of my Buzzy nonsense. And you know what? Her words stung mightily, but she was absolutely right to chastise me for making light of something so damn serious, because I think she thought I was making light in real life and beyond the pages of this here blog. But I wasn't. I was just trying to cope.)
So.
I am now the very proud caretaker of my two most precious little creatures in this post-Stewey era. Belly Bean is the OG and is, thank God, doing his thing very happily on the right side of my lower abdomen, and his new roommate, on the left side of my middle abdomen, is...Louie.
Now if you'll indulge me, Dearies, I'm going to go quiet for a bit. I have several important appointments in the coming days with my transplant team, gastroenterologist, nutritionist, physical therapist, occupational therapist, ostomy nurse, etc. I feel like an awful lot of information is coming my way, and I need to be on my best game to receive it all and get organized for this newest phase of my beautiful life.
Back in a flash...I promise. Please come tell me everything new and wonderful in your corner of the world!
OK--not going to worry about you. You are all over it--all those important appts. Lots of info that will make things smoother.
ReplyDeleteEven with such serious happenings in your life, being silly and trying to gain a positive outlook is so good for you. You keep it up, dear Coni!
ReplyDeleteWhat an amazing coincidence for Louie’s name! Sending healing energy as you navigate your new normal.
ReplyDeleteGood for you Coni, I love your sense of humor. Stay strong and find the humor in things! Liz in Chicago
ReplyDeleteConi, we will be here for you once you resume following the quietness. It sounds like you are in a good place and I firmly believe that each of these appointments will get you where you need to be. Thinking of you and lifting you in prayer!
ReplyDeleteNo matter who Louie is named for, I'm glad the clown car of your mind made a drive by appearance. I'm wishing you a steady improvement in recovery and all your appointments go/went well.
ReplyDeleteMy warped brain immediately jumped to the song lyrics
ReplyDeleteLouie Louie me gotta go
Louie Louie me gotta go
Don't mind me over here bopping to that song all day now! It's wonderful to see your sense of humor on full display again!
Me, too! (Elaine in Oz)
DeleteConnie, if humour helps you process the change and cope, then humour it is! (Elaine in Oz) We will all welcome you back when you are ready.
ReplyDeleteI'm always happy to read good news. I think you are making remarkable progress. What a huge change/challenge and you navigate it one day at a time. Baby steps. Humor is a great way to tackle... stuff.
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