Goodbye to the Man-Bag
After fourteen glorious days of fun and games, yesterday morning I was finally released from the evil clutches of my urinary catheter. There's not much to be said for carrying around your own man-bag of pee while recuperating from surgery, much less wrestling with the hoses, bags, fittings and leg-tape as you try to heal. It's uncomfortable, it hurts and it's not something you want to hold in your hand while answering the door. In fact I was visited by two Jehovah's Witnesses and answered the door in my bathrobe while clutching the catheter under my arm. Not cool on my part but it resulted in a suprisingly short visit from two of God's messengers. I won't get into the removal process but can tell you that it felt like…