JDinVirginia wrote:
justj,
Re the tapes, I share your frustration, but just automatically reinforce the tapes and forget about it. That way you can tape the diapers as snug as you wish.
--John
What and how do you tape your diapers then? Duct tape?
Patrick wrote:
Depression can be worse than incontinence. Incontinence rarely kills; depression can kill, and too often it does. But saying that we all get depressed is of no use whatsoever. I guess that's one reason I come here. I expend a tremendous amount of energy managing my medical situation. It is a challenge that will last as long as I live. The worst feeling that incontinence forces on me is the feeling that I'm no longer in control of things that folks around me take for granted, that I took for granted before this happened to me. However, if I'm no longer I control, I do still have influence. Yesterday I drove more than 200 miles on the Pennsylvania Turnpike, going to and from a wedding. I pedaled my Prius as hard as I could, but 70 mph traffic, wall-to-wall trucks, construction barriers, and no place to go should an emergency occur gave me white knuckles. That's incontinence. I am proud that I emerged unscathed. And I'm proud that nobody except my wife knew that I was wearing protection. Nobody knew that every bite of the wedding banquet came back on me, or that the hubbub of conversation and loud music about drove me insane. I guess that taking pride in my management skill is my antidote to depression, aided and abetted by the support I get from folks here. For that I am grateful.
Glad you are doing well!! And pedaling your Prius had me cracking up!! I needed that, thanks!
Rob, great advice!

Were you channeling your inner Dr. Seuss?
