Sitting in my stylist’s chair this afternoon. He’s quitting smoking right now, and he’s being kind of bitchy. He also had some serious gas, and kept going out the back of the salon. We were passing fart jokes, when I made a comment about the experience of having colon surgery. It suddenly hit me that part of my body was missing, gone. Just a deep emotional wallop.
So weird, in a moment of grade-school levity, nine months after the fact, I start missing a diseased ten inches of my digestive tract.