Pantless

I was having a discussion in my house with Sue and another woman when I decided to say, "Excuse me ladies, I think that I shall go put my pants on." 

This was not one of those naked dream situations. It was my reality. The similarity to my dreams, however, was that no one really noticed my nakedness. Not just then anyway. .

At the time of my declaration, we were all in our little bathroom. Sadie, the nurse, had come by to teach me how install an intermittent catheter: the kind one inserts temporarily and then removes once voiding has been accomplished.

You see, it was my first time at trying this, so I required some guidance from a competent medic. A helping hand as it were if you catch my drift.

When the deed was done and I had flowed and then ceased, there I remained sitting pantless whilst discussion ensued. When it came to the point that it was mostly Sue and Sadie discussing the general logistics of the equipment (not my personal equipment, you understand!)  that I excused myself for a minute so that I could don my pants.

This is how it goes in this stage of my life. I no longer feel shame. Or pride for that matter.

I suspect that a little more will need to be written about the whys and wherefores of this new part of my life, but I think I will leave it right there for today. If you don't mind.