SLIMY, STINKING, BLOOD AND MUCUS.
Slimy, stinking, blood and mucus
pouring from my bum.
Then, when I ask for help, they say
nothing can be done.
Perhaps I should explain that I
have just had an endoscopy.
Where they put a camera up
to film what they could see.
I watched the screen, and I observed
the mess that was up there,
and in my mind, I falsely felt
that ‘somebody’ might care.
They did not tell me what might be
emerging from my arse,
or whether this catastrophe
would continue or might pass.
So, off I trot, into the world
not knowing what to do,
as all this crap slides down my legs
just like my poo used to.
Inco pads just did not work
with this unpleasant mess,
which made me feel incompetent
and increased my distress.
Those whom I thought might give advice
on how to manage this
referred me on to others who
were equally remiss.
I quickly realised that I
would have to sort things out
by way of using D.I.Y.
to turn this thing about.
(Continued-)
SLIMY, STINKING, BLOOD AND MUCUS. Cont->
I thought about an anal plug,
as I have some of those,
or maybe push a tampon up
to bring it to a close.
But knowing what I saw before
upon that scoping screen,
I felt that inserting these things
might make much worse this scene.
And so, I felt the thing to do
would be to catch this grot
before it runs right to my shoes
to make them feel like snot.
This slimy, snotty stuff won’t stick
to inco-pads or tissue,
so I must somehow catch this slime
and that becomes an issue.
I think about my stoma and
begin to formulate a plan,
where I adapt a stoma cap
to be like a bedpan.
I felt I had to work quite fast
because of all the slime,
as I needed a solution
and get it in quick time.
The first bag did the job quite well
but seemed to be too small,
because the volume and the smell
just overwhelmed it all.
The next attempt was better than
the first, because it held
a lot more slime securely and
it covered up the smell.
(Continued-)
SLIMY, STINKING, BLOOD AND MUCUS. Cont->
(A NEW DEVICE).
I have to say it feels quite nice
to work to make a new device,
especially when there’s no one to
help solve problems and pull through.
When you’re on your own with stuff
and feel that you have had enough,
there’s nothing better than to find
a new idea that springs to mind.
When stinking slime, spurts out ‘my arse,
then, it’s not funny, it’s a farce
that needs to be addressed, so we
don’t end up with a catastrophe.
Slime sliding down one’s legs is such
that it can make us stressed so much,
we start to question if life’s worth it
having to deal with all this shit.
But when solutions can be found,
then depressed thoughts can turn around
to help us manage day by day
and negatives may drift away.
This new device that I have made
I feel deserves an accolade
for it has saved me from a fate
akin to a bagless ostomate.
The ’bag’ that I have made fits fine
along the anal crack, so slime,
blood, and mucus can’t get by
although they have a damn good try.
This new ‘bag’ is half a round
and on the flat ends can be found
double sided tape, so it
sticks to the sides beyond the split.
Nothing can get past this joint.
and that, precisely, is the point.
The slime slides in the bag and then
we get on with our lives again.
B. Withers 2025
( NB: A photo has been posted on my profile for those who are particularly interested)
