Hello from the Other Side

I fell a little behind (haha "behind") on blogging. I had my post-op follow-up appointment at the Cleveland Clinic on April 9, 2018. They lifted all of my physical and dietary restrictions and I do not have to go back unless I have major issues! The wound where Scarlett used to be has completely scared over. I finished all three of my Remicade loading doses and I am officially on the eight week schedule. According to my gastro, we no longer have to monitor the stricture I had closest to my rectum because it's not there anymore! That means fewer rectal exams!!! For the most part, I am doing well. Shitty days are to be expected and thankfully they have been few and far between. 

My Ordinary Reality

If you endure something long enough, it will slowly become your new normal. This post is about my new normal. The forthcoming sentences and pictures have strangely become my ordinary reality during the past few months. It may be disgusting. I can't close my browser to stop being repulsed by my new reality though. I have to deal with this shit no matter how nauseating it is at times. It sucks, but I'm getting better at it.

My preferred way to empty the shit in my pouch into the toilet is to lift the toilet seat and get on my knees to get closer to the water line so that I decrease the amount of splash caused by dumping the shit into the toilet.  This is hard on my knees and troublesome when the floor is wet.  Before I got the ostomy, I would never touch a toilet seat outside of my house. I'm great at squatting and hovering. lol  Now, I find myself touching the toilet seat with my hand in every bathroom I use.  There is nothing neat about dumping the shit into the toilet. Even though I reduce splatter, I do not eliminate it. It is common for shitty toilet water to splash back up onto the toilet rim, my hands, arms, and/or clothes. I use wipes and/or toilet paper to clean the opening of my ostomy before rolling it to close it and sometimes my finger pokes a hole in the wipe/toilet paper causing my finger to make direct contact with shit.

I also come in direct contact with my shit on change days. Scarlett is almost always producing output while I change the ostomy appliance. I inevitably end up getting shit on me during the process. I recorded Scarlett shitting on me this morning, but due to technical difficulties I could not upload the video on here. You'll have to settle for pictures instead.

My stoma is now 7/8", which is just slightly smaller than a quarter.

I set out my ostomy supplies to prepare for change day. 

Oh no, Scarlett is about to blow!

She always thinks it's a good time to shit when she's free. She's a non-stop asshole like that. I'm 30 years old and still shitting myself regularly.  

The feeling of victory when she behaves long enough for me to clean and dry the area, and prepare and apply the adhesive parts of the appliance.

Bring it on, Crohn's Just kidding, please leave me alone.

This photo shows that I am okay. I am making it through this. I am pretty fucking amazing!

Scarlett

The anticipation of surgery is over. The results are in and it turned out better than expected. It wasn't an open surgery, it was laparoscopic. The ileostomy is not permanent, it's temporary and it will hopefully be taken down by early March. I went back to work on January 3, 2018 after being off for only five weeks. Since being discharged from the hospital, the pain has been manageable without pain meds. Everything seemed to fall into place and the best case scenarios prevailed. Even though things have been going better than expected, it doesn't mean that it's been easy.

It's common among ostomates to name the ostomy, also known as a stoma. After many suggestions and much consideration, I named mine Scarlett. She's my second butt, my front butt. She's an asshole. I love that her name has a double "t" like the word "butt". My stoma is a red-ish color and once it's reversed it will leave a scar. Scarlett is not well behaved. She farts and shits at will. Is it okay that I don't like her?

People told me that an ostomy would give me my life back; however, I don't think my life was far enough gone for me to have the same sentiment. Yes, Scarlett is serving her purpose for me to get back to normal one day. I don't see it happening while she's functioning as my second asshole though. If Scarlett was permanent, how would my future look? Right now, I'm just waiting for her to leave so that I can move on with my life.

I have this unexplained, constant fear.  I bring spare clothes with me to leave in the car wherever I go in case she leaks. I carry spare ostomy supplies with me in my purse and I keep spare supplies at work in case the unimaginable happens. What if she leaks? Will I figure out how to minimize the mess and patch the leak? Or, will I have to change the whole fucking thing while she's still shitting? I am still abiding by the dietary restrictions. The fear of a blockage and subsequent emergency surgery has been instilled in me. Is everyone looking at my stomach? Can they see the bag filling with shit through my shirt? Shut up, Scarlett, we are not making friends today. I don't want to go anywhere. I don't want to do anything.

I change my ostomy appliance every three days. Scarlett is supposed to be less active in the morning, but she shits whenever she wants. The changes are the hardest when Scarlett is constantly shitting during the change. I use adhesive remover to remove the bag and clean off the leftover adhesive residue from my skin around the stoma. I use wet paper towels soaked in baby soap to clean the stoma and surrounding skin and I follow that by wiping it down with wet paper towels to remove any soap left behind.  At first, I would measure my stoma and then cut the barrier opening of the two piece appliance at this point.

Barrier Opening. I cut in between the 1" and 1 1/4". This

is the side that sticks to the barrier ring and my skin.

Barrier Opening. This is the side Scarlett peeks through

on and also the side the two piece drainable pouch

connects to.

Now that I know the size of my stoma is slightly over one inch, I cut the barrier opening before removing the bag because Scarlett is an asshole and she can't be trusted in the open. I use skin protective spray and wipes on my skin around Scarlett and as it dries I make sure the barrier opening is cut to the right size making necessary minor adjustments. Next, I open the ring barrier protector (super sticky ring shaped thing that goes around my stoma first), cut it, and stretch it so that it will fit around my stoma. 

Ring Barrier Protector. This is the first thing that

goes on my skin around my stoma.

Cutting it was not advised by most of my nurses, but it allows me to get a perfect fit around my stoma by overlapping a bit of it. Otherwise, it's easy to overstretch the ring and then it won't fit correctly. I do make sure to overlap it at the top and not the bottom since shit is not immune to gravity. I figured if the overlap crack is at the top it will be less likely to leak.  Once the ring barrier protector is around the stoma, I put the barrier opening of the two piece appliance on top by peeling a few layers to reveal the adhesive and putting Scarlett through the hole I previously cut.

After the barrier opening is in place, I connect the drainable pouch. The plastic ring on the bag (drainable pouch) in the picture to the left connects to the barrier opening. The bottom of the bag is rolled up three times and held in place with Velcro as shown in the photo on the right. Once the bag fills with shit, I use the Velcro opening to empty it into the toilet (more on that in an upcoming post). The bags the hospital provided were clear. I hated being able to see my shit through the bag, so I'm glad my prescription bags are opaque. An ostomy is actually considered to be a prosthetic.

Once the bag is off, it's difficult to keep the area clean and dry while doing all of the steps above at the same time Scarlett is shitting. Some changes are harder than others. I am getting better at handling it each time. I recently discovered that Huggies Wipes are amazing when it comes to keeping it clean during high output change days.

My belly definitely looks different than it did before. It's been tough, but I've been tougher!