When we last left our hero, he'd done another stint at The Nativo where he mastered the application of condom catheters and the associated drain bag (straps to the leg when upright).
This being a second round in The Motel, he left with a hell-bent-for-leather mindset that had him driving north with a vague plan to circle through Colorado, thence to eastern Utah and back to Albuquerque for a urology appointment near the end of June.
A few miles north of Cuba, New Mexico, highway 112 goes due north from highway 96. It's a narrow, little-used road that one can amble on without raising too many ires.
Tired from the day's drive, I took 112 only a short distance before turning off onto a National Forest access road.
At camp I discovered I was at 7,000 feet elevation. Not only that, but in the process of changing into evening wear, I discovered the condom catheter(s) had pulled sections of the top skin off my penis. The only solution was to switch back to puppy-pads augmented with washcloths stuffed down my tightey-whities.
The washcloths need changing every couple of hours and as the night wore on, the angina was right there each time. And the continued drop in temperature was noted as well.
The night, a small vision of hell, finally ended. For reasons unknown, the incontinence is only from sundown to sunup.
Interesting. I'm very familiar with Coloplast. Justin wears a Freedom clear every night with a drainage bag (2000 ml). He has the opposite problem with the catheter sliding off when it's not supposed to.
ReplyDeleteI think it was one of those darned Buddhist monks who said, "If it ain't one thing, it's another." Sheesh!
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