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[DinahMoeHum]

41. 2010. I was hospitalized earlier that year. . .

. . .for diverticulitis.
Had 1st surgery in January that year where I got a temporary colostomy and was in hospital then in rehab for a month.
Then it was several weeks coalescing at my mother's home (because my own residence had too many steps to climb to gain access) We had several snowstorms, including one where the electricity at my place was out for several days.
I had further tests and preliminary stuff in April, and then, at the close of the month, I had my 2nd surgery where the colostomy was removed and I "got my real asshole back". Literally. At the cost of a couple of inches of my colon plus my appendix.
Further rehab in the month of May.
I was back at work in June, where a lot had changed in my absence.

The only redeeming thing that year was in October, when my nephew got married, and it was a helluva ceremony and reception. I had lost a couple of members of my extended family (to old age) and we all blew out the stress and grief in our lives that year by "partying out of bounds"
(Luckily, we had transport between the hotel and the reception place arranged by the wedding couple). We were still in a partying mood (w/o the alcohol) at breakfast the next morning.