Liquids come out. That's it. Only one form and with few variations.
When you are at a certain age, you pee more than at other times in your life. At least it seems that way. Maybe it is more about the ability to control exactly when your bladder needs to be emptied, or perhaps, more properly, the inability to eliminate extra liquids when it is convenient instead of whenever gravity or irregular muscle tone allows the stuff to leak out of you.
This happens during two periods of life. Infancy/toddlerhood and
Not only are diapers accepted for little ones, they are considered cute. You know, the soft, brilliantly white cloth ones as well as the adorably patterned disposables. Yeah. I know that there are adorably patterned cloth diapers and diaper covers, but those were before my time as a
When you get
In addition to to adult diapers, which are decidedly not cute or adorably patterned, there are Kegels, an effective and relatively invisible exercise, and surgery.
Kegel exercises are easy to remember when your bladder unfriends you at the supermarket. Or, during church services. Or, whilst at the park with your grandsons, or traveling on that stretch of highway between here and the weekend conference (for which you are already dangerously late), the stretch that does not have any exits for miles and miles. No place to stop and relieve one's self unless you are more comfortable being shamed or even ticketed for indecent exposure, all the while praying that you do not end up as the humorous and embarrassing end-of-the-nightly-news anecdote.
Kegels are so easy to forget to do. Have a couple of
I had a day full of stuff to do, going as fast as I could between all that stuff and finally managed to find a restroom when I was at the bank. Nice bank.
Not all older women have old-babe bladders, but I do and it is a bother. I can never unconsciously pass up an opportunity to have a sit before I start off for something. Sometimes. I guess the that is still a minority of the time, but when you gotta go, you just must. I have not progressed to adult diapers, but I did see a commercial on television for a non-bulky, nearly custom fit diaper for ladies. I can still get by with the old pads, but it is probably only a matter of time.
Yes. I know . Big picture, small problem. If all I have to complain about is that I very occasionally stress about being able to make it to a restroom, then I should not be complaining at all. But, you know, this does not feel like a complaint, not even a whine.
This is social commentary. O.K., maybe not, but it is an aspect of aging that can be inconvenient, especially when you do not have many lower-body articles of clothing. It is a teeny problem,
But, no one likes to worry about hygiene and being stinky because you forgot to bring along extra clothes.
I do not like being stinky. Yep.
Poor me. My life is so hard. Thud.