As soon as I could drive I returned to the hospital to try and get a copy of the hospital records showing the record of the insulin injection. Of course I could have the records I was told. After signing a release I was brought a stack of paper out of any order like a deck of cards that have been shuffled. So I sorted them by date finding the day of the injection missing. The medical records person said the file for that day had been held back for review by the Dr.,, after showing her the statement on the wall that said I could have all my records of my history of my hospital stay she coughed them up.
The bag attached to the right side of my stomach couldn't be call a pain in the ass as it was nowhere that part of my anatomy. But a pain never the less shaving the area every day then gluing a snap on flange that circled the area to my skin then snapping on the bag; standing in the bathroom looking at my self I would sing the Elvis song I 'm all (shook) F--ked up ooooo. Believe or not.
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