Like we need another reason to worry about
having an accident. i have had this wicked cold that apparently half the country has. It always lingers in my chest longer than the average bear. I have been coughing up a lung for weeks. Now I have had my third accident in a week. I feel like a potty training toddler. one night, I had to wake up my husband so I could change the sheet. he is so understanding and sweet....he fixed up the bed, while I washed up and offered any help he could while i pouted like an upset toddler.
Hey we are not supposed to revert to toddlerhood until we are really old! My husband brought each of our cold meds to me....see me shaking my head no and squeezing my mouth shut--nonononono I can't take that (see me stamping my feet in tantrum ) Wow he really is patient. I found an "old" asthma inhaler that I no longer take. i don't care...I used it to see if it would break up the congestion! (stamp, stamp, stamp).
Time to grow up now....at least none of these accidents were outside the house.
Dx'd '90 (emergency rupture), symptoms ignored long before that, '03 fistulas and bad flagyl reactions, B12 weekly, Pentasa [until I surrender to the bigger meds]
I'm riding on the escalator of life....