On August 16th this year, I went to bed after just another day and expected to wake up to just another day, but it wasn't meant to be. I woke up and felt absolutely fine, and within an hour, I was fighting for my life after my bowel perforated due to diverticulitis, leaving us dealing with peritonitis. I didn't know any of this until I woke up in intensive care a week later. I was one of the lucky ones. My first memory of waking up was someone telling me I had a ‘bag' fitted. I remember someone else making a comment that I was taking it extremely well. Little did they know I was simply in shock and had no idea what to think, let alone what to say. I still have those odd moments and occasionally days of shock, but I simply remember, I am one of the lucky ones.
Today was one of those days. A little bit of a sad "what was" day, but this evening, after reading some of the posts and some of the forums online, life is okay again. I'm not alone, I'm okay. Hope you're all having an okay day and evening. Hope you're okay. Take care.

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