I had my ileostomy about six months ago, and as the weather and seasons change, I keep learning. With the season of merriment upon us, I'm really trying to attend different events, see old friends, and catch up on the Christmas season I didn't have last year because I was so sick. Recently, I was at a very fancy cocktail party in a private club in a historic (read old) townhouse in New York City. Just like seats in Broadway theaters, the bathrooms in these structures were built for people half the size of the average person today, and I'm only 5'2". Usually, I carry an empty water bottle in my bag to clear my pouch out with when I'm in public. But because of the type of event, I had an evening bag with me that could not accommodate the bottle - which I didn't really think about until I was standing outside a narrow door to use a private restroom. It was right next to the bar, and when a nice gent started to talk to me, I went into a panic because I could feel the pancaking underneath my dress and didn't want to leave a mess. So as the door opened, I reached across to the bar and took a glass of champagne with me. The only problem was the faucet and sink were very old school, and the champagne glass did not tip to fit enough to fill with water. So I said, "F this," and cleared my pouch out with top-quality champagne. There were many bubbles - Merry Christmas!
Sometimes... we gotta do....
What we gotta do.
Thanks for sharing your story.
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Might as well use that nasty tasting crap for something good. 🤮 Maybe I’m just not sophisticated enough to enjoy it. 🤷♂️
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Absolutely fabulous darling, you sound like my kinda gal! Was it Bolli?! 🥂🍷🍸🍾🍹
Chin chin! ‧₊˚ 🥂⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.✨🥳💃🏻
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Nope, not wrong, in my opinion. I have alienated all my relatives because I cannot stand the taste or smell of wine. They can have my share.
Hi all, that's the kind of story I like to read on a Friday the 13th. Cheers, bottoms up, skol.
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Hope you enjoyed a swig of it first - nothing worse than a stoma coma! jb
Cheers to you! The most original use of bubbly I've ever heard of. The ultimate DIY!
Terry
You sound like my kind of gal.
A triumph in the face of adversity.
I think we need to start an award for this kind of thing.
Well done, have a great Christmas.
Oh, I then went back to the bar for a couple more glasses that went into the old pouch the traditional way.
Way too funny. I read this while sipping a glass of champagne with my partner.
..Meanwhile in the People's Court..
Your Honor, my client regrets the fact she had to use whatever measures considering her location and predicament and would appreciate the misunderstanding plea of guilty meaning she felt "filthy" at the moment of serving alcohol 🍸 to little stoma and respectfully asks she be R and R'd.
JUDGE: Miss Hanginin, would you agree to this and swear it won't happen again?
Miss?
Miss?
(Hiccups.) Uh huh.. 🍸..yes, Your Honor. You have my word.. (burps) excuse me..my word, Your Honor.
JUDGE:..Hm..🤔 Very well. (bangs gavel) Court dismissed.
Hanging in,
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Turd of honor? I can't wait until the next time I'm on a jury. Imagine the deliberation room. It's quiet, we're reading our trial notes... then boom! My Cherry Bomb stoma breaks the silence. Guilty as discharged.