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"Zion's Subway is a strenuous, 9 1/2 mile hike. Make sure you take at least 3 litres of water per person".
So we did, and we each drank it, and despite the desert heat, one doesn't sweat all of it out.
Eventually nature calls sufficiently loudly that she cannot be ignored, and a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. So it was last August, and the new plumbing arrangement lends itself to the task ... poorly.
So when I saw a Shewee in an outdoor activity shop last weekend, I knew it was a must have, to avoid at least some of the indignity, awkwardness and urine-stained hiking trousers of last year.
It lives in the bathroom now, and today as I went for a pee, it was sitting there on the cistern begging me to practise with it. Rather than sitting down, I face the bowl, lift the seat, drop my jeans and position the device. Once satisfied the seal is good (getting this bit wrong is messy), I "let rip", and it does exactly what it's supposed to. Everything goes in the bowl.
And then I finish, and twitch my pelvic floor muscle to shake-off, and all that happens is that my vagina clenches momentarily.
I do love these little "what the fuck?" moments which vaginoplasty, over two years later, still occasionally brings to my life.
So we did, and we each drank it, and despite the desert heat, one doesn't sweat all of it out.
Eventually nature calls sufficiently loudly that she cannot be ignored, and a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. So it was last August, and the new plumbing arrangement lends itself to the task ... poorly.
So when I saw a Shewee in an outdoor activity shop last weekend, I knew it was a must have, to avoid at least some of the indignity, awkwardness and urine-stained hiking trousers of last year.
It lives in the bathroom now, and today as I went for a pee, it was sitting there on the cistern begging me to practise with it. Rather than sitting down, I face the bowl, lift the seat, drop my jeans and position the device. Once satisfied the seal is good (getting this bit wrong is messy), I "let rip", and it does exactly what it's supposed to. Everything goes in the bowl.
And then I finish, and twitch my pelvic floor muscle to shake-off, and all that happens is that my vagina clenches momentarily.
I do love these little "what the fuck?" moments which vaginoplasty, over two years later, still occasionally brings to my life.
