Oh fluff…pleeease, never ever apologise for what this pig of an illness does to you.
Only this morning, when hoisting onto my commode, my bowels decided not to wait till we got over the loo…my carer quickly shoved the commode bucket under me, but didnt quite manage to catch it all and plop…onto the floor, then she ran over it and spread it even further!! On the floor like yesterday!
I reckon the vast majority of folk hereabouts has or has had this kind of problem.
Due to years of wee accidents, falls in public loos, wet nix, having to ask shop assistants for help to pick me up, weeing every hour and not getting to the loo on time, I decided to go for a supra pubic catheter. I do by-pass now and again, but overall, it
s the best thing since sliced bread! Its mostly a matter of emptying bags and changing night bags for day bags.
Now as for the other end…my bowels play whatever game they fancy…I go well for a coupe of weeks, with help from hubby or carers, then they just refuse to do owt!
When that happens I take an extra movicol to my usual daily one. I add figs, prune juice and tummy massage.
If I`m feeling iffy, I wear a pad to protect clothes.
Dont we know how to live, eh?