Long, long ago, when we were young, poop, poo, crap, dung, shit, turd... were insults hurled about. That guy is a shithead. Noooo, he's an asswipe. I don't give a crap what you want.
He's just an old turd. That car is a dung heap. Don't give me any shit.
Alas, little thought was actually given to "taking a dump."
Then we got an ostomy. Now poop is front row center. It leaks. Irritates our skin. Stains our clothes. Add some gas to the mix... and this crap pisses us off.
But we persevere. But there are days that test our patience and sanity.
I'm in a hurry to go to the movies. Mrs. B is at the front door yelling for me to hustle. But my bag needs emptying. I rush in the bathroom, fumble with the drain, and hurriedly squeeze out the poo. In my haste, I discover I've got poop on my hands, thighs, Mr. penis, and the toilet seat. I am fuming. Mrs. B marches upstairs and bangs on the door. "HELLO!! We gotta go!" Meanwhile, I'm trying to clean my hands. I was really in the shitter.
When we first get the ostomy, it's overwhelming. Don't really know what to do and what is "normal." And there, staring us in the face.... that damn poop.
For many, it's embarrassing. Worry about odor. Leaks in public. Flying on a plane.
For our new ostomates on this forum, IT GETS BETTER. You'll become proficient at managing your stoma. Took me a year and a half. I learned it all here, from our most excellent ostomates around the world. Give it time, ask questions, and don't stress. The best is yet to come.
