But alas, life is strange and here I am....
Because, for these past two weeks, I have been up to my ears in sample condom catheters.
This because, the first box sent were too small.
Now you'd think the urologist, who ordered these, would know what he's doing.
He did, in fact, have Bob "try on" a few samples while we were in his office.
But when they began leaving an ugly red gash on Bob's you-know-what, I figured out that the doctor had ordered the wrong size. Especially, when he started to bleed!
Which was probably why the darn things were so frustratingly hard to get on. And to think, I struggled for two full weeks, wrestling with the fat worm, trying to squeeze poor Bob into them. Jeepers. But how was I to know? I mean, I've never done this before. And I was told, they are supposed to be "snug"... and of course, that home health nurse was absolutely no help in "teaching" me at all.... So here I am, once again, flying by the seat of my pants, trying to figure stuff out on my own.
But after the red bleeding gash appeared, I contacted the medical supply company who contacted the manufacturer who sent us some samples in the next two sizes up. Along with a sizing gauge. Which was rather shocking to me. As there are only five sizes on it. And what's with that?
Because I know, and you know, and certainly almost every woman knows that men do NOT come in ONLY FIVE sizes.
So we started with the 30's which was "one size" up. But they still seemed too tight at the base. Then we tried the next size, 35's, which was a more comfortable fit and seemed the right one to order. Until we went out and about with it.
The first time, the whole darn thing slipped off. And there was Bob, happily peeing away, not even realizing he had become disconnected.
The second trial, when we got home, I discovered a huge sausage shaped balloon filled with pee between the bulb tip of the catheter and the catheter leg bag. And no matter what I did--shaking it this way and that--it wouldn't go down. Of course, I couldn't take it off him that way without a big mess. So I'm shaking the sausage shaped balloon of urine, back and forth, trying to get the urine to flow down into the bag and then the darn thing decides to back flow, and it all squirts up out of the base of that condom. So there I was with another mess on my hands. (And my arms, and Bob's legs, bed sheets and clothes.) GA!
|Sizing Gauge #2|
So I try this, and it isn't easy. Imagine me, with sharp scissors, trying to carefully cut off the too tight base of the catheter while he is wearing it. Because that's the only way you can do it. These things have adhesive inside them. I tell you, Bob must trust me.
After I cut it off, the whole shebang just sort of glides off after an hour.
By then, I am truly beginning to wonder if this experiment is worth it.
So back with the medical supply company, and she decides to send me some different brands which come in different sizes. Along with yet another sizing gauge, with different sizes, although, still only five of them.
Which makes one wonder, who the heck is running these companies? I'm thinking, it must be straight men without a lot of locker room experience...
So we tried "Freedom" and "Spirit" and "Liberty" (and why does this sound like a political campaign ad?)
We've had them too tight, too loose, and one too darn long--it got caught up and stuck in his pubic hair. So there I was, again, with sharp scissors in hand, aimed at Bob's private parts. Yikes.
We've had them too sticky--think, super glue here. And it's sticking to everything but what it's supposed to. And we've had them not sticky enough...
We've finally hit on one that I think/hope will work. It's called "Pop On". Size 32. It's made of a soft silicone instead of latex. And you wouldn't believe how easy it is to get on! Though it's a bit of a dickens to get off.
And so far, so good!
I can't even believe I am blogging about this.
Life is, indeed, strange.