But, God bless my lovely daughter. I was so angry with her at first, but she went through my closets at 5 months after the surgery and had me start trying on things to see what would and would not work, and then drug me out to the mall for a wardrobe change. Well, I have this new wardrobe and I don't go anywhere, so somehow, this crazy girl has set me up with a lunch date today. Evidently, she know's a Chef who's my age and is divorced, and they are friends, so we're having a friendly lunch and she's coming along to make sure that I don't bolt for the door.
O Lord, I'm a nervous wreck. Wish me luck everyone, I hope I don't dribble soup down my chin, or my ostomy doesn't decide to start making gurgling noises to make her presence known. And heaven help me if the gas starts and my bag swells to the size of a baseball while we're nibbling salad. LOL.