I understand. I was a normal, happy girl with a great family. Then this. I got really anxious and actually took Ativan for a couple of weeks at night to sleep. I then started Zoloft to help me. I was so depressed as it was Christmas and I was in pain. And it never ended. Then after I got home from the hospital I couldn't pee and had to have a cathedar put in for two days to "shock my bladder" back into working. I thought then please let me die if this is how I have to live. Luckily after that everything seemed to go back to normal (except the nasty fissure).
I know my surgeon has been doing it for 25 years and has seen much worse than me. He was nice but just seemed to shrug his shoulders and shuffle me out. I am giving it time before going to someone else in a bigger city. I am scared to death to have anyone look or do anyting to that area...
Is the fistula still there? So you didn't have a flap replacement but he stiched the fissure itself up? Man that sounds like it would have worked.
What is your regimen now (food)?