I've been back east for the past week visiting relatives. I thought after all this time I understood how my body was now working. I thought I was prepared. I thought I had everything under control. I even brought bed pads to protect the hotel's mattress, even though I almost never have a night-time accident (I suppose bladder spams are good for something).
The visit itself went well and the incon issues were managed well. It was the trip home that turned into a nightmare. I had a bit of headache getting ready to leave and felt like I may have caught a local bug, but nothing too bad. The trip was 8 hours door-to-door. It was pushing, but well within, the 9+ hours I can typically get from a Northshore Supreme. I was careful to watch my fluid intake just in case, but was balancing that against the headache that was wasn't going away.
As we left, the urges and spasms were coming more frequently than usual. I thought it was just being overly sensitive because of my persistent headache. But no. My kidneys were dumping fluid from god only knows where. I completely saturated my diaper in just under 5 hours. My pants and shirt tail were wet, the seat was wet. I had a spare diaper in my backpack, but the airline made me check my larger rolaboard that had a change of clothes. I hadn't expected to have to change on the plane (I'm 6'3 and just peeing in an aircraft lav is cramped). I pulled the diaper out of my backpack and made the walk down that long aisle on a packed plane with what had developed into a massive headache, in wet pants and shirt tail, carrying a diaper to the lav to change. I don't think I've ever felt as defeated in my life.
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