I am now at the stage where my bowel is active and starting to work and for those of you who knew my pre-op regularity, you will know that I would probably be classed as high output. So now that I am shitting in to a bag, the levels of production become far more meaningful.
Late yesterday afternoon, I had my first trial run changing my ‘bag for life’ with one of the nursing team. Within a couple of hours the thing had filled up again and I was laid in bed with a couple of pounds of do-dah dangling from my tummy. So I took it upon my self to do my first solo ‘pit-stop’ prior to bedding down for the night. After all, the last thing you need is a midnight blow-out.
The truth is, the changing of the bag isn’t one of life’s greatest experiences, but I will get used to it. All you people out there with functioning arseholes, take a moment today to appreciate what a fabulous bit of kit your anus is. Oh the simple joy of sitting and just shitting.
The hospital staff are obsessed with weighing and measuring every bodily output, so this morning’s bag of joy is sat on the floor of my bathroom like a lonely and forgotten Christmas gift that no one wants to unwrap.
Anyway, at least I had my catheter removed this morning. A cracking wake up call for a Sunday morning.