While walking in the hopital after surgery, my wife headed one way and I the other. In the confusion of so many bags on the rack that she was wheeling the catheter tube got wrapped around the pole and I had to holler, "Whoa!" as I could feel the catheter tug at me. Got untangled and started to push it back in a bit in front of other patients and wives. My wife hollered, "What are you doing? There are other people here."
I looked at everybody around,(the guys were laughing) and said , "Mind the tubes,ladies." That gave them all a chuckle as I calmly groped the front of my gown for reinsertion.
Moral: Not a loss of dignity, just in the same boat as everyone else, with the maturity,or the I don't give a darn, to handle it.
Plus, a generous infusion of morphine helped a lot.