Nah... I'm sewed from the inside.
She said she did that and left it intact just in case I wanted to try the pouch in the future.
I asked her if she would give me another if I decided to do it and she said "NO". Lol she would refer me.
I don't want another one. I'm fine. I don't want a "barbie butt" because it's more surgery that is not necessary and it would be painful. So I'm good.
I don't know what my future holds for me but if it stays this way until my last day on earth I'm fine with it. I'm not a young man. I'm not real old. Although my grandkids would argue that. But I'm in a good place. I don't hurt anymore. I can eat what I want. Except cheese and potatoes. I love potatoes too. They both blow my wafer out. So I can't. Unless I want to change. Ha ha.
Like I've said a thousand times I'm fortunate. I didn't ever expect to end up where I am but I accepted it and that's what made the difference. Acceptance.
R.