By far the worst leakage I've had was the day they removed the catheter. I hate being in hospitals, it's almost like a phobia for me. They said I couldn't go home until I gave a urine sample. They gave me a litre jug of water, which to hopefully speed up urination, I necked in one go. Nothing. I filled the jug up myself and necked another litre. I managed to have a small pee at they let me go.
It was when I got into the car that the flood gates opened. It was like the dambusters. It was the worse 30 minute car journey I ever been on. When we reached home it looked like someone had turned an hose on me.
I once got caught short in the pub and didn't quite make it to the urinal. I had quite a large damp patch. I was wildly gyrating my hips, Tom Jones like, under the hand blow dryer. trying to catch the heat. When a bloke came in and wondered what the hell I was doing.
Yesterday, I was getting the train home from the pub. I'd had quite a few pints. To my horror I discovered that both the toilets were out of order. God only knows how I managed to hold it back. I was sat there, wiggling my feet like an Irish dancer, on speed. Fortunately it was only a 10 minute journey. When I got off, I had to jog back home, and just made it in time.
Edited by member 15 Mar 2024 at 12:01
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