Scribblings from the Mitchy Side

Not putting this under the medical filter because it's general.

All day today I've been thinking I had a problem with the bag leaking but I couldn't figure out why. Turns out I was right to be suspicious, it's not the bag. A tiny part of my vertical scar, almost the lowest point, has split open. It's not huge, maybe half a centimetre, but it's gunking which is why I thought the bag was leaking. I didn't see it because I actually have a huge dip there and it's well hidden. It wasn't until tonight when I finally had enough and really took a good look that I spotted it. *headdesks*

Rang the stoma nurses' number but it's an answering machine so no point leaving a message. I was only going to ask if it was something that needed taking care of rightthissecondnow or if a dressing would hold it. Seeing as I don't fancy a trip to the QEII at this time of night, I've hacked up one of the spare dressings they gave me and pasted it over the troublesome area, pulling the skin as tightly together as I can. I reckon that's all I can do until tomorrow but as the district nurse is coming, I'll be able to get assistance and advice by lunchtime.

I reckon me hauling myself up off the sofa is to blame. Either that, or the crazy haul up off the bathroom floor earlier this morning. I did struggle to do that so maybe I did it then. Would explain a lot.

Bother, said Pooh :P