The weeks ago I started going back to work.
So, 5-6 weeks of healing and now 3 weeks in the books back at the job, that's 9 weeks since my urostomy.
The nice thing was HR asked if I had any "needs" or requests for "reasonable accommodations." I filled out the ADA form and just asked to be allowed to wear coveralls as the daily work uniform and that I wanted "light duty" / no heavy lifting for 3 months (my next check-up with the urologist).
They agreed to my requests and it's been good to feel like a semblance of what I qualify as a human person again.
The coveralls fit with my maintenance gig. It's like a big onesie, and I don't have to fiddle with where the bag sits on a waistline, fight with a belt, or fold the bag to accommodate a tucked-in shirt.
I just cannot see having the bag being pinched on the waist of pants.
I don't think I miss going pee... in fact, dumping the bag takes even less time than the normal biological process.
Unrelated to working again... sleeping...
I wake up in the same position I went to sleep in. I used to move around a lot in bed. It's weird that I'm somehow now conditioned to not move much. The tube and bedside bag aren't a huge pain to deal with. Some people have CPAP machines, I have a Pee-PAP bag I guess.
Ok, a few more things. Changing my bag. The adhesive remover tip you all gave me was a winner. I got these adhesive remover wipes and showered with no bag before putting the new bag on. The "body horror" is slowly going away and the confidence is slowly building. I still have a shirt on 100% of the time I'm not in the shower though. I think I'm scarred for life literally and figuratively. I can pat my stoma through my shirt and bag. But I don't want to see it. A simple pat forces me to accept and acknowledge its existence, but my eyes seeing it trigger anxiety. It's funny how emptying the bag and doing that process is indifferent to me though. Maybe it's because I have no choice with it.
Anyhow, I've rambled enough for now.


