Anyways, I've well established on this blog that I'm thrifty (read: very poor for a very long time. Even when I have money, I still feel poor. A sociologist would call it a mindset). I happen to be in a medical supply store in my town this morning (don't ask why. The answer would really confuse you) and I was like, "Hey! I'm in a medical supply store! I didn't even know we had one of these in this town. I bet they have the perfect answer for that catheter/syringe combo that I posted about yesterday". Yes, I tried to out-DIY the DIY home insemination kit that the sperm bank was charging $23 bucks for (not including shipping and handling).
So, I'm walking around this store with Clicker (don't ask) and he says, "Hey, there are some catheters over there. You should check them out". I did a little happy dance and walk over to a shelf that has probably 30 or so catheters in an unceremonious pile. I pick up one that was easily 24" long. It looked something like this:
For the record, I did see catheters that looked like this, and I immediately recognized they wouldn't work:
I ask the guy that we're talking to if he thinks it would be ok for me to cut a catheter down to size. Because really? How much of that do I need? Maybe six inches? He looks at me like I've just asked him if I can take a shit on a walker and leave it there. He says, "Why would you want to cut it down?" and I'm faced with the horrible decision of either telling this man who already distrusts me, "I'd like to shoot sperm into my vagina with it" or completely lying. Only problem is that I'm a horrible liar, especially when put on the spot. I mean, I'm really, really bad. Crazy shit just pops out of my mouth. I decide to tell a half-truth and say, "....umm....it's for a....home procedure". Guess what you shouldn't say to a medical supply salesman while holding an apparently very large, very male catheter? Yeah, don't say that you are going to use it at home on someone. Just trust me on this.
To this guy's credit, he gently takes the catheter out of my hand and shows me where the female catheters are, while saying, "Well, you probably tell people not to trade stocks by themselves. I tell people not to catheter themselves at home," which honestly sounds like good advice all the way around. The female catheters are much more reasonably sized, although now I have this guy peppering me with questions: "Do you need an intermediate catheter? Does someone in your house need a permanent one like they use in a hospital or do they just plug it in when they have to go? Did you technician tell you what size you need? They come in all different sizes."
I wish I could say that I had a witty comeback, but I'm just staring at this guy wondering how I could make a quick exit and not sound like I'm committing elder abuse on someone that can't go to the bathroom by themselves in my home. I put down the catheter, walk away and smugly think, "That bitch only cost $1.40. Totally worth the embarrassment and humiliation. I just saved $21.60".
If this is what winning looks like, you can only imagine how horrifying it must be to be me when I lose.