Roger and I were going through the evening "time to go to bed" routine... when you're married 24 years, you definitely have a routine. But anyway... life changes happen, yada yada, a catheter appears.
I am incredibly grateful for the catheter, but it can make for some odd moments. Like tonight, for instance. Roger had just emptied my (excuse me, any gentlefolk) urine out of the... well, pissbag. (His phrase - can you tell he's a vet?)
Anyway, suddenly change the commercial right in the middle of an ad... just in time to hear them say "Do you need help with vaginal moisture?" Nope, nope... doing just fine.
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