New ostomates rejoice. That doohickey on your tummy is an excellent "Get outta work" card.
First 6 months home from my hospital adventure were pure bliss.
I was "one" with my couch and TV.
Vacuuming the carpet... noooo. Told Sargent wife, "my surgical staples hurt."
Dishes?? Ha! Said my "stoma was sore."
Same for cleaning windows, taking out the trash, doing laundry, carrying in groceries, and worst of all, cleaning the bathroom and kitty litter box.
After month 6.... Had to temporarily vacate my cozy couch. Mrs. B had groceries custom bagged. Like, 1 item to a bag. So it would be light enough for me to ferry from garage to kitchen. Bringing them in now took 50 trips. My couch grew cold.
Then she bought a new self-propelled vacuum. "See honey," she slyly said, "you don't have to strain pushing it over carpet." Grumbling.... I did the deed. But took frequent breaks blamed on "surgical fatigue." Unamused, Mrs. B questioned how I could still be affected.
Thus, my housework vacation came to an inglorious close.
So new ostomates, enjoy it while you got it.
