Hello Jamibad.
It looks as though Bob has given you a fairly comprehensive answer to your question. So, I will simply add that it pays to relax, don't worry, and take all these stoma and shitty things in your stride. Pretty soon you will be an expert in your own field and will be able to pass on your well-earned wisdom to others.
I have found that it is much less stressful having poop on my stoma than it is having it spread around the bathroom or any of the other many places where it really should not be, but occasionally ends up.
Most of us have our stories of where our faeces has caused us a certain amount of anxiety. I tend to capture my experiences in verse so that the concept is captured for posterity.
I have chosen just one rhyme to give you the gist of how a story might sometimes pan out :
Best wishes
Bill
MISHAPS AT NIGHT.
Perhaps the worst mishaps are said
to happen when you go to bed.
You might feel safe when tucked up tight
right in the middle of the night.
But even if you’re in a coma
that won’t stop an active stoma.
For if you have an ostomy
it has its own autonomy.
There’s no way you can keep it still
it does just what it thinks it will.
It can erupt at any time
spewing out it’s grime and slime.
It is a must to wear a bag
that you can trust to catch this slag.
But sometimes this is not enough
to hold the volume of this stuff.
The best bags swell but what is worst
is mess and smell from bags that burst.
They blow much like old hand grenades
and throw faeces into cascades.
The bits of shit fly anywhere
here and there and everywhere.
And all that’s left for you to do
is be bereft at all that poo.
Then after the disaster’s done
and --it has plastered everyone.
You start the mammoth job to clean
everything that can be seen.
Then at some ungodly hour
when you get into the shower
of course, you’ve lost a good night’s sleep
because your stoma would not keep.
What might have been a bright new morn
can leave you peeved that you were born.
B. Withers 2013
(In: My Ostomy World :Trilogy 2014.)