Friday the 13th, although unlucky for some, for me marked the end of a period of my life where things have been going seriously to shit. First of all something happened to me on the 1st September last year that had the potential to wreck the rest of my life entirely and then a couple of months later I ended up with a serious injury that had the potential to be fatal. The medical issue gave me 2 weeks in hospital, major abdominal surgery and the pleasure of using a colostomy bag for 4 months.
Coupling those two things together understandably left me feeling pretty despondent about life and things. Luckily I am naturally pretty upbeat about things but even so I have been feeling far from good lately.
Eventually I had the colostomy reversed, approximately 2 months later than I was led to believe it would be done but it was done about a month ago and since then that was one thing off my plate. Let me tell you that you would be surprised how much you can take farting and having a pooh for granted.
This left me with just the one thing left to gnaw away at me and leave me feeling chilled and uncomfortable on many a night. There was some small improvement in this situation just before I had my reversal surgery but still things were looking pretty bleak.
Finally friday rolled around and it was time to see what life had to throw at me. I was expecting things to go wrong but they didn't. In actuality something that could have virtually destroyed me ended up disappearing into absolute nothingness.

Now after 7 months of torment and worry I am free to focus on university and other things. Still feels hard to get everything out of my mind at them moment but over the last days I have been reflecting less on what could have happened and just being thankful for what did.