One of the challenges I was concerned about while in the aircraft was the ileostomy bag strapped on my belly due to having an operation , in 2000 , that saved my life . The operation had resulted in my large colon being removed and my arse being sewn up . So , I wear these bags to catch my poo which of course need emptying when said ‘ poo ’ gets too much . The toilet facilities on the plane are so small no cat could be swung and having to just about undress to flop my bag into said toilet pan , undo the Velcro fastener and push said ‘ poo ’ out was somewhat concerning , to say the least … more on that experience later !
Ladies and gentlemen , we are now ready for take-off please make sure your seatbelts are fastened , your seat is upright , place your head between your knees and kiss your arse goodbye , well , maybe not the last bit but my mind sure heard it !
Thundering down the runway there was no way I could kiss my arse goodbye that ’ s for sure and then if by magic up and away in this wonderful flying machine we went , feeling weightless for a fleeting second and up into the clouds - New Delhi , India , here I come ready or not !
My destination was some 6,000 kilometres away , where I was to meet someone I had never even spoken to , only via email . Hang on , what the hell am I doing , I must be NUTS ! … oh , shut up Lear you are on your way . The flight was uneventful except for my introduction to Air India food which was , to say the least , spicy and that spice sent signals to my tummy resulting in - it was emptying of the bag time , something I had been putting off for as long as I could , plus I was in desperate need of a wee too .
The toilet was just to my left , so I didn ’ t have to far to walk and thought - right here goes .
Opening the door to be shown the
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