My Week

I can not remember exactly when my stoma bled this week. But I do know Dad had gone to the shore for the day and I was home. I didnt want to go because for a change my stoma wasnt bleeding and I didnt want to disturb it. But around 2 I was doing somthing with the computer and I looked down to see a punch like color in my bag. I got in bed and called Dad. Fortunately he was on his way home. He was actually down the street and would be home in minutes. Well I slid down and he took off the bag part of my appliance and let the air get to it. By 3:30 I was able to get up. And since nothing. I have been keeping a close eye on it. I also do not empty all the way. Thinking if I keep the stoma wet along with the bag it may not bleed. Other than that nothing too exciting happened until today. Dad went to Danbury and I stayed home. Same thinking on bag. Well this time it wasnt my bag that caused my problem it was my bowels. I won't get into it. But I had to call Dad just an hour or so into his being in Danbury. This is after I had a bowel movement last night. Luckily I did'nt mess my diaper or my t-shirt. Just the blue pad underneath me. Which had aliitle something from the night before anyway. We had hotdogs with mustard and saurkraut for dinner. He had to go back to Danbury cause he thought he left one of the doors to the garage at the big house. BTW we sold Gram's and Gramp's house. Just waiting for closing.