Today I dressed in my normal day-to-day clothes: Bambino diaper with booster insert, baby patterned flannel covered plastic pants, light blue onesie, polo shirt, dark blue shorts, dark blue sweatshirt, socks and shoes. As I was finishing my breakfast, I checked my calendar. I noticed my annual appointment with my urologist was due in just 20 minutes.
I thought briefly about removing my plastic pants so I wouldn't look too AB, but decided not to. Not enough time and this doctor knows I've been wearing diapers for almost 25 years.
I got there on time and was soon called to go to the exam room. On the way, the nurse asked if I was able to give a urine sample. I said I would try. Since I don't know when I pee or how much, all I could say is that I would try. So down came the shorts, lifted the sweatshirt and polo shirt, unsnapped and tucked up the onesie, pulled down the plastic pants, and untaped one side of the diaper. I then prepped to deliver the urine sample. Turns out I was able to provide a small amount of urine. I placed the sample behind the door. Then I reattached my diaper, pulled up the plastic pants, snapped the onesie, lowered the polo and sweatshirts, pulled up and fastened on my shorts.
Retuning to the hallway, I apologized for taking so long. Little did I know that the undress and redress process would repeated several times.
Once in the exam room, the nurse updated my chart records. She measured my blood pressure and sai d she'd be right back. She returned with a cart carrying the ultrasound machine. She said she needed to measure the volume of recidual urine. I went through the undressing drill down to my diaper. As she performed the ultrasound exam, I wondered what she thought of the baby designs on my diaper and rage fanciful designs on my plastic pants. As she packed up her cart, I got dressed again. Once the doctor arrived, we had a discussion about my steady increase of incontinence and my PSA results. He then asked me to get ready for a DRE, digital rectal exam of my prostate. I sai d it would take a moment or two to get ready. I then undressed down to the point my bare bum was available for the intrusion. Everything proved unchanged since the last exam.
After I got dressed again for the third time si nice getting to the office, we discussed the state of my prostate and whether I was now ready to consider InterStim testing and insertion to reduce and possibly correct the cause of my incontinence. I said I would consider it and discuss it with my wife. I am not likely to try the InterStim but I do want to be somewhat open minded about it. We'll just have see how that plays out.
No one said anything about my layers of protection nor about my colorful onesie, plastic pants and diaper. At least to me. What was discussed in the office after I left may have been interesting.