Weeing in the bath.

My house has one toilet and my arse has been stuck to it for most of the afternoon. My stoma decided to go crazy bonkers and was gushing out like you wouldn't believe.

In order to stop it from spraying all over the bathroom floor and walls I had to adopt a strange position which angled the stoma output into the toilet bowel.

Now if you're near your toilet my not have a go at this yourself. Just for fun.

Sit on the toilet. Bend your waist and put your hands on the floor. Push your bottom back and point your belly towards the toilet pan. Sit like this for an hour.

Incase your imagination isn't very good you should end up in a position like this.

Now if you're going to spend any length of time in this position, like I did today, I would highly recommend you get yourself some reading material as staring at the lino gets very boring after a while.

As I'm sitting 'in the position' Big girl came bursting in saying she was desperate for the loo. Unable to get off for fear of covering myself, the bathroom or a small child in shit I had to utter this awful phrase:

"You'll just have to wee in the bath"

Now Big Fella must have sonic hearing because as soon I said it he suddenly needed a wee too. Funny that.

So both the kids ended up having to wee in the bath which they both found hilarious. Luckily Hubby was able to exercise a little more bladder control than the kids.

So there you go. Just another happening in the saga of my life. And don't worry, I've cleaned the bath!

I'm just grateful that no one needed a number 2!

NB x

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