daredevil82

I have an ileostomy, which is on the opposite side of the abdomen as a colostomy.

Bag farts are somewhat predictable, since even though I don't have any feeling whatsoever in the intestine, I can sort of feel the pressure of gas going thru.

You can adjust your pants waistband to be directly over the stoma and with light pressure, hold it in place. This sort of interrupts the gas burp and can cut down the volume quite a bit.

I used this in lecture classes all the time, since loud farts are sorta distracting!

I worked at walmart about 15 years ago as ICS, unloader and staffing various departments. This period was before, during and after a transition to a supercenter (basically a grocery add-on plus extra floor space). Part of the transition included having the both sets of doors unlocked 24/7.

Unfortunately, it did not include having someone watching said doors 24/7. From 11p-6a, there was only cashier and front end manager on duty.

I saw the videotape of a guy walking through the store with a cart loaded with two big-screen (well, big screen for the time) TVs and just strolled out the doors without even looking at the cashier. Cashier didn't notice at all.

Total, that store ended up losing about 100K that month due to theft because there wasn't anyone watching the doors.

Duh.

But isn't he already trapped in a shell of a body, though, with no way to communicate if he could?

Seeing your responses and the questions here... I have to wonder how your kid would see the world. Is he completely incapable of processing the surroundings and actions, or is it something similar to the protagonist in Johnny Got his Gun?

I had a surgery some years back and was in the OR for about 5 hours or more. I remember slowly coming awake in recovery with a dull ache in my abdomen, a desert-dry throat and eyes seemingly impossible to open. It took all my energy and at least three tries to just crack open an eye, and then everything was just very blurry. I could hear the surroundings, but couldn't even move my head. I was able to crook a finger with all my effort, but the button to the nurse's station was somewhere out of reach.

I was very tempted to panic. About the only thing that kept me from flipping the fuck out mentally was that this was temporary and likely a result of the anaesthesia and would pass. It did, but I can't tell you how long it took. It could be 20 minutes, or 10 hours. I had no way to tell that time was passing aside from counting my heartbeats. That had the extra benefit of keeping my mind occupied and away from the pain intensity that was steadily rising and to keep the panic that was around the edges at bay.

I can't tell you how long it was until a nurse came by with a cup of foam sponges in cold water to put in my mouth. It was one of the best sensations I had ever felt.

Logically, I'd say I spent maybe 2 hours total in that state before I started gaining movement in my limbs and be able to focus my eyes. But it felt like fucking forever, and because of that experience, I signed a DNR soon after, since death would be a blessing and I do not want to be forced to live a life anywhere close to that experience.

Overnight managers want the stockers to average 80-90 cases/hr of product stocked. My former store had a rule that if you went under this three times in a month, you got written up. Two writeups and you were gone.