In an effort to separate the "wheat from the chaff," I've embarked on a series of experiments. Consider me your ostomy crash test dummy.
I read about it all the time: Don't eat nuts. And if you dare, eat a tiny amount and chew the hell out of them.
At Walmart, I purchased a large can of salted, mixed nuts. Splurging, I picked up Mr. Peanut's Planters brand. I figure, if you're going down, do it in style.
Exhibit A:
Then to ensure nutty fairness, I acquired a can of walnuts. Generic brand.
Exhibit B:
Watching Match Game on TV with crazy man Gene Rayburn, I ate a quarter can of the Planters. Chewed normally. Then tore open the walnuts and ate a couple of handfuls, thoughtfully chewing them lightly. Ms. Beachboy looked on disapprovingly, my cat growled.
The deed done, I slurped a gulp of water and blissfully drifted off to sleep.
In the morning I peeked at Mr. Stoma. Looked normal. Bag empty... no output. The day waned on. No output, no gas, no pain. That night I ate salmon with rice and mashed potatoes. Waking up in the morning... my stoma was grumbling. Lots of gurgles and a little gas... but no output. At the end of the day, still making noises with a little bit of watery output. I was getting somewhat concerned. The next morning was wafer change day. Still had no output.
Took off the wafer and... damn. My stoma looked like a mushroom. It was swelled up and distended, slowly changing shape. But always reverting back to swelled mushroom form. I thought the shower would shrink and reshape it. Nope.
My stoma was so swelled up, I had a hard time test fitting the wafer. Finally got it installed and snapped on a bag. The bag pushed my stoma over. Yikes... can you say "prolapse." All day nothing but gas bleated out. Ominously, there was no output. But there was no pain either. So I waited.
Later that night while I was watching The Mentalist on the telly, there was suddenly a rather loud pop. My wife glared at me. I thought "Oh shit." Pulled up my shirt to take a peek. A light-colored, gigantic pancake blob nearly filled the upper bag section. I retreated to the john and snapped off the bag. Poor, suffering Mr. Stoma had deflated. Mushroom shape gone, replaced with his normal little round self. I breathed a sigh of relief. Waking up the next morning, the bag was totally full. I ended up draining the bag twice in 2 hours. Always with thick, chunky, sticky pancake.
Lesson learned. Eat a small handful, chew like hell... wash down with plenty of H2O.
Next experiment: Pickles and a Payday candy bar.
Chew safe.