note this is a fictional account although I did develope diverticulitis, it does not usually result in incontinence or require diapering. But I love to think what could have happened
Growing old is not for the squeemish! One night a month or two ago I had attended a pot luck supper at a church I am affiliated with and frankly, I over did it a bit, Later that night my bowels were grumbling so I went to the bathroom and woosh expelled a huge liquid mess. When I wiped I noticed that the paper was red and looking in the bowl I was appalled to discover that I had expelled an alarming amount of blood. That part is true.
In a panic I went to the emergency room and soon was in a hospital bed. Surgery was immediatly required and I was prepped which included shaving of my abdominal area. As I was being prepared for surgery I notice a Candy Striper putting what looked to be diapers in a closet in the room I was in, I didn't have time to wonder about that at the time as I was soon put under.
when I awoke several hours later I was numb in my lower extremities. I drifted in and out of concienceness but I awakened when a pair of nurses began to move my body about, first rolling me this way and then that. I asked them if they had lost something and the younger one giggled. The older nurse informed me that because of my opperation I wouldn't have any control for awhile and that they were merely keeping me clean.
Then to my dismay I realized that they were putting adult diapers on me, no worse. they were changing my soiled diapers. Well the truth is I wasn't dismayed at all and rather enjoyed the experience.
I asked when I might expect to regain control of my body functions but they were vague in their response. I asked the doctor later when he came in and he just shrugged. These things take time was all he said.
I spent about a week in the hospital and did get feeling back in my lower body, but due to the medication I had to take I was prone to move my bowels suddenly and with out warning. They gave me a supply of adult diapers to take home, and told me to practice trying to hold it in.
Well it's been over a month since then and I'm afraid I've never been one to relish home work. I"ve become rather fond of wearing diapers, and although I'm sure I could make it to the bathroom on time, I like to let loose and fill them right up, And hell as long as I'm wearing a diaper anyway there is absolutely no sense in running all the way to the bathroom just to pee.
Will I ever regain the dignity of wearing regular underwear? Sure, but I'm not in any kind of hurry!