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So, I recently traveled with a catheter. It's like having a clingy friend who won't leave you alone, but instead of emotional baggage, they're carrying literal bags of urine. I had to explain it to the TSA like, "No, officer, I'm not smuggling liquids; it's just my internal plumbing on a field trip." Traveling with a catheter is an adventure. It's the only time I've had to consider my bladder's comfort as a top priority on a road trip. "Hey, Siri, find me the nearest clean restroom. No, not McDonald's, I said clean!"
And when you finally reach your destination, it's like a catheter homecoming. You roll out the red carpet, or in this case, the catheter tube, and welcome yourself to a restroom like you've just won an award for "Most Patient Bladder.
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You know you're in a hospital when your wardrobe choices are limited to those snazzy hospital gowns. And then they throw in a catheter for that extra touch of fashion. It's like, "Move over, Gucci. We've got the latest in catheter chic." I walked down the hospital hallway feeling like I was on a runway, and the catheter bag was my glamorous accessory. People were giving me strange looks, but hey, I was just trying to bring a little flair to the sterile environment.
I even caught the nurse giving me a nod of approval, like, "Work it, honey, work it!" Who knew medical accessories could be the next big trend? Paris, Milan, watch out—the catheter runway revolution is coming.
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You ever feel like your body throws a party, but you weren't invited? I recently had a catheter experience, and let me tell you, it's like my bladder decided to throw a rager without consulting me. I walk into the bathroom, and there it is—a catheter, chilling like an uninvited guest. I'm thinking, "Who invited you, Cath? I didn't get the memo!" It's like my bladder turned into a nightclub, and the catheter is the bouncer, making sure nothing leaves before paying the exit fee. I tried to reason with it, but catheters aren't great conversationalists. They're just in there, doing their thing, like, "Hey, we're here to party, whether you like it or not!"
I never thought I'd envy a party pooper until I met my own bladder with a VIP catheter pass.
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I've figured it out, folks. There's a conspiracy among catheters. They have secret meetings when we're not looking, planning their grand takeover of our bladders. It's like they're in cahoots, saying, "This human thinks they're in control. Let's show them who's boss!" I imagine them having a catheter convention, discussing strategy and sharing tips on how to surprise us at the most inconvenient times. They're probably laughing at us, saying, "Watch this—when they least expect it, we'll make our move!"
And don't get me started on the catheter union negotiations. I bet they're demanding better working conditions inside our bodies. It's only a matter of time before they go on strike, leaving us all in a urinary crisis.
Watch out, folks. The catheter uprising is real, and it's happening one unexpected bathroom break at a time!
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