NO PLACE FOR COMPLACENCY.
For years I’ve sussed this stoma game,
and until now I think I’d claim
that I have got control of it
and little bothers me with **it.
Every problem that I’ve had,
has never really seemed too bad,
because I’ve solved it rapidly
and moved along quite happily.
In stoma life, there’s always been
some rituals, governed by routine,
which helped me overcome the strife
that otherwise might blight my life.
These rituals and routines are there
for me and other folks to share,
so we can live to be contented
and not have problems we lamented.
If living with a stoma, we
succumb to some complacency,
then we expect occasionally
it’ll end with a catastrophe.
A recent example of this,
where even I have come amiss,
was when my irrigation sleeve
got so full you’d not believe.
So, nonchalantly, I began
to make my way towards the pan
to flush away that human waste,
but did so, in far too much haste.
The two piece sleeve became detached,
and without warning it dispatched
its load all over everywhere
and left me standing in despair.
So, I thought I ought to share
this story so you are aware.
B. Withers 2021
