by Hattie Gladwell I wished my ileostomy bag wasn’t real yesterday. I wished it wasn’t there. I wished it would go away. I knocked it while pulling down my shirt and just broke down.
I’m not sure if I was overtired or embarrassed by the current situation. I’d blocked the toilet with baby wipes after cleaning up (apparently you’re not supposed to flush baby wipes) and my boyfriend was annoyed about it.
He told me I shouldn’t be flushing baby wipes down the toilet, while I frantically got worked up and tried to explain that baby wipes were the only thing I could use!Read more on themighty.com