Ah, the stories I could tell about ostomy bags and bandages coming undone in the most inconvenient times and places (like Central Station in DC with no separate handicap washroom; or at Dillon Beach, CA where the toilet shacks have no doors; or up on the side of Snota mountain, Norway, with only boulders for shelter). Very tough at the momement, emotionally to the point of physically. But now I can look back with pride on having dealt with it. And now so can you. Good to hear you're over the worst.