I had been rolling along, feeling pretty darn good for a while now. I was getting a little sassy, thinking I was doing awesome and that CES wasn't as big of a problem for me. I have my grandparents visiting and even though I'm markedly slower walking and doing things than my immediate family, I am not nearly as slow as my grandparents are at walking and climbing stairs, which made me feel pretty awesome. Not that taking pleasure in the ailment of the elderly is something I'm proud of, but feeling so inferior for so long around my family I found solace in my victory of not being quite as bad off as I had thought I was. I got a little too sassy.
CES showed me that it was still the boss of me. There has been a nasty stomach virus running amok and I caught that bugger. Yeah. Bowel control, which I'm usually doing pretty okay with was lost. I soiled my pants and that put me back in my place. Then recently I have passed gas while talking with people. Yeah. I try to just pretend I didn't hear it, or it was my shoe making a noise on the pavement or anything but the fact that farts can and do fly out of my rear at random. I have very little control over my gas. I had been doing much better with that for a long while, but yeah...CES decided to remind me that I indeed had that stupid rupture and surgery and that I am never going to be fully functioning.
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