So yeah, I got married. Months of careful, stressful planning paid off with a small ceremony at the McMichael Art Collection, out in Kleinburg. The weather graced us with snow for the day, so the outdoor pictures came out rather fine. Indeed all of our activities ran smoothly, an A+ crew making a plan come together: Having everyone polished and arriving on time, a Western ceremony, a change of garments and a Korean ceremony, another change for dinner, and finally drinks and dancing, with breaks in-between for photos.
But I don't feel all that different. Sure, it's nice to have that someone, that special someone there, and to be done with all the coordinating, all the fuss, all the business that comes with a wedding. My life has otherwise leveled out to a normal state, with work and leisure passing the hours. I've not gone back to karate or archery, and indeed my body, while mostly recuperated, is still a mild version of what it once was. Certainly my knee is still weak, and gives discomfort when pushed.
My next surgery, the J-pouch operation, is booked for April 26th. Another door to pass through, and how I shall emerge is, well, daunting to contemplate. I fairly dread the worst scenario. A long, uncomfortable recovery, that is certain, and I'll have to curb my diet.
Until then, I have enjoyed eating pretty much whatever I feel like, though I lean now towards less meat. To be sure, I went through various stages for numerous foods, mostly of the junk, high fat, high sugar variety. Having an ostomy does force one to re-experience everything one consumes in a rather graphic manner, my body a constant experiment of digestion and waste.