Averting Stomageddon
Feb. 23rd, 2026 10:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
baroque_mongooseStroppy Sibyl the Cranky Colostomy is not very predictable, except - usually - in one respect. She is not a morning creature. She may well go wild overnight while I'm asleep, but after that she's pretty much always quiet till about lunchtime, possibly later.
Well, I don't know if it's the stress with the whole Mum thing, but not today; I'm just deeply grateful this didn't happen yesterday, or I'd have found myself ducking out of church early and getting home at top speed to sort her out. (Yes, they do have loos on the premises; it is, after all, a secondary school. No, I am not confident about using them when Sibyl is Having A Moment. I need to be home where I can do a full change if it turns out I need to.) I'm not going to draw you a picture, but let's just say she went so crazy last night that it's a good job I woke up early or there would certainly have been consequences, and she's still going. It wasn't three hours since I got up and she'd already filled her bag again. And they're big bags. She's not what you'd call a standard colostomy.
Fortunately I don't have to go anywhere today, so if she's going to go full Sidney on me I can cope (that was Squirty Sidney the Ill-Tempered Ileostomy, her predecessor, with whom I put up for three years following my emergency surgery), but obviously I'd much rather she didn't. Well, we'll see; maybe today she'll go to sleep after lunch instead.
As for Mum, she was referred to Hospice At Home yesterday morning, and they swooped into action straight away; they sent someone round that very night to sit up with her, so that both my sisters could get a good night's sleep. I'm delighted and deeply relieved about that. I haven't had an e-mail this morning, which strongly suggests that she's still with us. I didn't even know Hospice At Home existed, but I'm so glad they do.
It's one foot in front of the other at the moment... please bear with me.
Well, I don't know if it's the stress with the whole Mum thing, but not today; I'm just deeply grateful this didn't happen yesterday, or I'd have found myself ducking out of church early and getting home at top speed to sort her out. (Yes, they do have loos on the premises; it is, after all, a secondary school. No, I am not confident about using them when Sibyl is Having A Moment. I need to be home where I can do a full change if it turns out I need to.) I'm not going to draw you a picture, but let's just say she went so crazy last night that it's a good job I woke up early or there would certainly have been consequences, and she's still going. It wasn't three hours since I got up and she'd already filled her bag again. And they're big bags. She's not what you'd call a standard colostomy.
Fortunately I don't have to go anywhere today, so if she's going to go full Sidney on me I can cope (that was Squirty Sidney the Ill-Tempered Ileostomy, her predecessor, with whom I put up for three years following my emergency surgery), but obviously I'd much rather she didn't. Well, we'll see; maybe today she'll go to sleep after lunch instead.
As for Mum, she was referred to Hospice At Home yesterday morning, and they swooped into action straight away; they sent someone round that very night to sit up with her, so that both my sisters could get a good night's sleep. I'm delighted and deeply relieved about that. I haven't had an e-mail this morning, which strongly suggests that she's still with us. I didn't even know Hospice At Home existed, but I'm so glad they do.
It's one foot in front of the other at the moment... please bear with me.
