I went home for the holidays. It's a nine hour drive. I love driving but after about 8 hours, I'm tired and wanting out of the car. I don't travel too often because of all the medical supplies I have to pack and the TPN in a cooler. It's truly an ordeal.
I had changed my pouch the morning I left for my family's. After eight hours in the car, I stopped for a potty break. I went into the ladies room and realized that my brand new pouch had two pin holes in them. My pouch cover had poop spots on them. I was alone, far from home, and stuck in a bathroom stall. I finished my business and walked really fast back to my car. I sat in the front seat whipped my skirt down and put tape on the pinholes hoping it would help. I had to be fast since I was basically naked in my car with people all around! I only had paper tape and saw that it wasn't helping stop the leaks.
I ran through my options. I could either drive the rest of the way and hope that I didn't make too big a mess of things, or I could go back into the bathroom and try to change my pouch. I decided to go back into the bathroom and change my pouch. I got undressed so if I pooped, I wouldn't get it on my clothes. You see, I only have less than six feet of intestine left and it constantly goes except for first thing when I wake up in the morning. So I was worried I'd have a mess on my hands. I sat on the toilet, removed the leaky pouch and put the new one back on so fast that I was saved from disaster.
It has been years since I had a problem with a leaky pouch or an explosion under the wafer. I still don't wear jeans to this day stemming from years ago when my jeans caused my pouch to leak. I don't even own a pair of jeans. I wear skirts only. They are comfortable, look nice and don't squish my pouch.
I have had my pouch now since 1995. For the most part, I don't mind having it. It's something I accepted a long time ago. But when this leak happened on my way home it really upset me. Now I have that fear that it will happen again. I make sure I have a spare change kit with me at all times. I hate living like that.
It will take a while to get over the fear again...