Companions

 Ron had an extreme head injury and it affected his language sometimes.  He had temporal lobe damage which also led to his seizures.  So he would say "orange" when he meant "spiced rum" and "black hole" instead of "urinal".  

He had bowel issues several years before he died.  We used to ride with a very chatty driver, not Ace, now and then.  The guy kept us in the cab talking and couldn't take a hint.  Ron almost had an accident.  He begged me, in tears, to get him some sort of protection.  

So I did.  They had a pull up style he could manage himself.  Occasionally I would find a soiled one in the trash.  Once or twice he didn't wear them, had an issue, and threw the pants in the trash.  I always made sure to keep the disposables stocked.  

He didn't want to use the word diaper so I called them shorts.  That led to some confusion was it the disposable or the apparel?  So he called them companions.  

I had to switch to a different style after he couldn't get out of bed anymore but we managed.  I donated all that stuff really quick after he died.

I was pretty sick this morning with horrendous toilet issues.  This can be a side effect of my medication and I'm sure not stopping that.  

As it turns out my team lead drove by and saw me at the bus stop, came back, and took me to work.  Now I just wait until 2!