Was at a professional coctail-thingy last night and fortunately had a g-friend with me along with hubby to fetch and carry (foot surgery, cane etc). Obviously had to find the washroom post speaches and mid-food. So, try juggling purse, cane, tube, water bottle, syringe, lube, paper etc while trying to wall-paper the seat (keeps falling off), not touch anything, avoid blow-back onto my fancy pants-suit and do it all in a reasonable amount of time as to not have hubby or G-friend call the EMTs.
G-friend held my cane for me (darn thing keeps clattering to the floor!)
Obviously my pouch was clogged, wouldn't empty (that's when I know that it is eminent danger if not emptied in time) and I took forever, sweating like bullets in hot stall with dignitaries' butts gracing the seats beside me and my pouch tooting!
So, I have decided that 'real' friends hold your hair while you vomit when you are young and hold your cane while you empty your pouch when you get old. Ahhh, friendship!
Sharon
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