Hell no, there's NOTHING I love about my j-pouch! (Which I got 20 years ago!) I mean, yes, it gave me my life back. Yes, I'm not going to get colon cancer. Sure, I'll grant you that I'm off of prednisone, which is an AMAZING anti-inflammatory that I call "depression in a pill," and that nearly ruined my marriage. And yes, I'm glad that I'm not taking immunosuppressants that mess with my liver and/or kidneys and threaten to make me more likely to get cancer. Sure, I'll grant you, that's good!
But I hate having to get up 2 or even rarely 3 times a night to go to the bathroom -- especially now that it's so cold! Yes, OF COURSE, that beats sitting on the can for hours, then finally giving up and being amazed at the insanely bloody mess in the toilet bowl.
I hate my scars! Yes, I'll admit that I love going to a restaurant and not having the first utterance coming out of my mouth be "Where are the bathrooms?" Yeah, that's good. But I still hate my scars!
Oh, yeah, and I DO from time to time get pouchitis. And that GENUINELY sucks. It's like ... well, it's like having ulcerative colitis again -- but with the difference that I take some antibiotics and I'm TOTALLY recovered. And I DON'T have ulcerative colitis -- 'cuz of the pouch! Which gave me my life back. So, I mean, maybe hate's too strong a word?
Maybe I mean to say, "Yeah, I wish I'd never had UC, which sucks and is cruel and unfair, and I wish I'd had just a super-healthy and normal colon." But, since I didn't, um, Thank God for my j-pouch! Might be what I meant to say.