Come and knock on our door, we’ve been waiting for you…
After nearly a month of getting used to one, and then a second drainage bag it never ceases to amaze me how the body can shut out these new appendages of its own mind. Much like a cat, tied to a stick, it quickly forgets its tether and tries to run away, but is quickly yanked back into reality. One gets out of bed, yawns, thinks about a morning cup of coffee, begins a walk to the bathroom only to have the reality of two bile bags tug at that sensitive part of you that reminds you that you have some baggage.
So why not a third?
A third pool has formed in my liver. So why not a third bag? If you’ve ever had to separate cables from a box where they’ve been intertwined like snakes at the Narcisse Snake Dens, then you’ll understand my plight almost every time I need to get up from bed, or the couch.
Maybe there’s some sort of cable management system for human use. If there’s any engineers reading, maybe you can give this some thought. I like the idea of some sort of Human Cable Reel system, but I’m open to suggestions.