If I woke up like that one morning I don't know what I'd done. I think maybe I would just have stayed in bed.
Whilst we both see it’s funny side... my wife and I can’t believe we haven’t seen this before. She has Multiple Sclerosis and suffers terribly with bladder urgency. We used to walk and mtb all over the place, now we can’t go anywhere without needing to plan for lavatory stops... it’s bad enough being restricted by weak legs and balance issues... but being caught out with urgency is awful. It’s really restricted where we can visit and what we can do. This piece of kit would be a godsend... it’s not cheap and comes from across the pond... but it’s gonna be next on my list of desirable purchases.
I'm sure a talented machinist (and I can't believe there aren't at least one or two lurking around here) could make a version of the folding seat part and someone else could stitch together a 'privacy shelter' to the pattern in the video.
And in the age of COVID (especially in the U.S.) who wants to use a public bathroom? Not me. And this is much better than peeing behind a bush--especially when one is at work.
The only thing I would ask is that anyone using this device anywhere in Scotland doesn't follow the oh so considerate routine that dog walkers visiting my area follow. They carefully bag their dogs leavings and then hang them in the trees. Could you imagine trees laden with human sized waste bags? I do wish the dogwalkers when out in the country around my village would just take a stick and flick their dog's dumps into the long grass rather than hanging it up like Satan's Christmas decorations.
A bush is ok if it’s not difficult to walk to off the track, however most involve expedition skill now denied Mrs DCS... And the tracks she can walk on invariably have a coachload of nuns or primary school children rounding the corner just as she has to go (she can have been 5 mins ago, but if she has the need, there’s nothing she can do... it’s a proper piss she needs - and please don’t mention catheters unless you are aware of infection risks and MS) Edit - It’s just bladder with my good lady. Tissue used is doggy-bagged and discarded at local bin or home... no black bagged tree fruit from our end!
Well, thank goodness it's just bladder, DCS. Especially for her sake. But yes, unless one is way out in the boonies, it's difficult to find a spot to hunker down. I had lots of practice as a cyclist but our rides well out into the desert so other than dodging cactus needles it was ok. But populated areas are a whole different ball game. And of course it's Murphy's Law that there's no one around when you need to go....until the moment you squat. I am sorry to read of Mrs. DCS's challenge. I'm sure it makes life much more difficult--or at the very least, adventurous.
You just reminded me of an incident that happened to my good lady wife @DCS222 . Oh some ten years ago just before we actually moved to our village we had travelled up the road which leads to the village, called Hell's glen, to see a well by the road called Moses Well. The water spouts out of a big rock next to the road into a stone basin by a little bridge which the road goes over. The wife was caught short (She has a similar problem to your own good lady although, in her case it seems to be due to a TVTO mesh implant) and so she nipped behind the big boulder that housed the well. Once she got to the 'point of no return' a 'Loch's and Glens' tour bus hove into view and slowed to pass over the narrow bridge and, with it's height afforded the fifty odd pensioners on board a bird's eye view of the good lady going about her business. She was absolutely mortified but myself and my stepkids thought it was hilarious
here you go folk never leave home without one the proper way [attachment] besides those hides would not do for me little bag like that I would be passing them out the top one at a time. My wife's the same as yours DC so I have built what we call the Loshy bag, consisting of clean up materials spare bum curtains [pants] and trousers, everywhere we go I have to take it with us for her including the spade
I bought a now 30 year old caravan due to IBS, once I got the unexpected 2 minute warning I was at the point of no return. Have since identified my current trigger foods. Kept the caravan, just in case.
