Ow, But I’m Okay

Ever since ostomy surgery two and a half years ago, I’ve been a little worried that one day one of my cats would jump on me while I was sleeping, and land on my stoma, and it would be horrible in unfathomable ways. This morning my fear was realized. Nothing spectacular, pretty much exactly the scenario I worried about: I was asleep on my back, my cat jumped next to me to tell me I was oversleeping, then decided to walk/jump over me to inform my husband that he was also oversleeping, and BAM BOOM I got the full weight of my 13 pound cat on his hind leg directly on my stoma. AAAUUUUGGGGHHHHH! I screamed. And then… it was over. I clapped my hand on to my stoma, and felt it and covered it lovingly and moaned and groaned … and drifted back to sleep. And when I woke up later, everything felt normal again. I’m assuming if there had been any serious trauma or injury I would have felt something today, but everything was fine. So there it is – my cat landed on my stoma, and it hurt, and that’s the end of the story. Not the end of the world. Today I have faced this long-standing fear, and I won – but it was a bum way to wake up. And my cat? He got a treat anyway. My cat always wins.