Sitting in the airport lounge in T5, Heathrow.
Wheeling through security, not the X Ray machine, being ‘patted down’ by security guard, who asked me to raise my two arms ( couldn’t do ) , then wondered what was attached to my leg.. Answer ‘ catheter ‘ What’s that, he said.
Goes into my willy, drains urine into a bag , I said.
You can taste it if you like, I added.
Slightly awkward smile.
Further training required? Just a thought.
Not his fault, bless him.
At my new height all I seem to see are women’s bums. It’s quite nice, some of the time.
Women dress up to catch planes, I think, improving the view down here.
Cos I can’t give people a hug now ( midgets excepted ) I find myself patting thighs/bums instead. It’s not perverted, it’s just sort of practical!
If I pat yours, please don’t take offence.
But if you’re a girl, bear in mind how I see the world, so make an effort? 😉
I’m only wearing a ‘leave in’ catheter for the trip. It means it’s unlikely that I’ll wet myself basically, essential when skiing.
All that bumping around and falling over could result in a ‘leak’ otherwise.
Sub zero temp’s and wet trousers, combined with no sensation …. Bad frostbite risk!
Best avoided I feel.
Surgical removal of toes not ideal at this moment.
And looks crap in sandals.
Ok, I’ll resume wine drinking now.
In moderation sadly. Hmmm, life really has changed!