Who's Carl? Well, Carl is my stoma. Full name: Carl the Crapbag. It's not an original name; another member on this site named their stoma that, and while I generally do not like to copy others, I took one look at my stoma and knew that was his name. So, on to the rant...

Carl, why do you hate me so? Against my better judgement, I decided to change you at night. With an appointment the next morning, I didn't want to be rushed, and figured there might be a little mess, but the hassle would be worth it. I had the obligatory marshmellow, and then headed off to the shower to begin my changing ritual.

Were you proud of yourself when as I lay on the bed patting you dry you erupted like Mt. Vesuvius? It was quite impressive to see poo shoot that high, but still rather unecessary if I do say so myself. Were you prouder still to repeat this experience again, four times, with me taking ANOTHER four showers, trying again to make a clean change, only to have you erupt? I'm glad I caught on to your game and finally decided to stay in the shower for what proved to be the worst changing of my life.

Kudos to you my friend. You've won this battle. I especially liked the fact that once the change was complete at 11:30 p.m., you opted not to output one single drop until 5 a.m. Well played.

You did a great job describing that battle.
Gosh, I don't miss that!
I hope your doc appointment goes a lot better!

OMG, I remember having that happen to me too! I figured I was safe since my ileo was fast asleep and not doing anything. I got past the wipes and powder phase each time and had just lined up my wafer when my ileo decided to rise and shine. Its a good thing we have brown towels in the bathroom. It was so ridiculous I had to laugh.

Lisa, you are too funny. What an AWESOME sense of humor!

Good one Lisa!! Are Carl's days numbered? Was the appointment to determine how many days he has left on this planet? If so, he was just trying to make you suffer for even thinking of his dismissal. Hahaha haha hahaha - you're going to get the last laugh!!

kathy

Sometimes humor is the only way to get through this...and yes, Carl's days are numbered. He's got ten weeks left, and then he's gone. Just thinking of the day is enough to get me jumping up and down.

I feel some rumbling...down Carl. You've likely got 12 more bag changes ahead of you to leave your mark.

That was great. "The Life and Times of Carl the Crapbag" sounds like a great title for a children's book. Too bad the audience would be so limited.

Just read the posting about Carl the Crapbag to my husband. Oh boy, do we comiserate. I've had my TD and don't miss my horrible, miserable and revolting stoma!! Winnie the Puke, my husband just called it. Poo was one thing, but it just spewed. Winnie the Spew would have been good, too!

I just hated changing my appliance - I hated it so much that I refused to ever learn. My wonderful wife changed it for me the entire 6 months I had a stoma. God, I'm lucky. Takedown was one of the best days of my life.