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“Diapers?!” The ugly word spat out of Geraldine’s mouth in a rather unladylike shriek. “You’re giving me diapers?“
“Geraldine…” the nurse, a gaunt woman named Joyce, began. She raised two hands in a calming gesture. “I’m not giving you diapers. I’m giving you adult incontinence underwear until we figure out the cause of your accidents. The tests we’ve run so far couldn’t find anything wrong with your urinary system.” She clicked her pen twice and scribbled something onto her clipboard. “You obviously can’t keep missing class because of your accidents.”
Geraldine blushed and sunk into the grey, plastic chair she was sitting on. She’d been unable able to control her urinary bladder at all since she’d been knocked down two days ago. She’d been dealing with it the best she could by stuffing her underwear with menstruation pads and toilet paper to keep herself from leaking during class, but bedtime continued to yield soggy sheets. So she’d set up an appointment with the nearest walk-in clinic to find out the problem.
Geraldine twiddled her long fingers. Her jaw tensed. Her left foot seemed to be unable to stop making small circles in mid-air.
“But,” Geraldine said, “they’re still diapers…”
“Some people do call them that, but there’s no reason to be embarrassed,” Nurse Joyce said. Her expression was kind. “Millions of adults across the country wear incontinence products without anyone ever finding out. It’s really quite common. I’m sure you’re not the only one in your school wearing special underwear.”
“Won’t I smell?”
“Not if you clean yourself regularly.” Nurse Joyce smiled and handed Geraldine a prescription paper. “Like I said, I doubt you’re the only one in your school who wears these. You should feel lucky. I’ve never heard of anyone losing control of their bladder permanently because of crashing into a football player. You should be completely ‘potty trained’ again in a few weeks at most.”
But what if I’m not? Geraldine thought. What if I have to wear them for the rest of my life, like a big baby? She looked down at the paper in her hand. On it was a list of several incontinence product brands, as well as several other things she would need in order to keep her skin healthy while using the diapers. She folded the paper twice and placed it in her handbag.
Nurse Joyce handed Geraldine something cottony and white.
“Here’s a cheap one for now, just in case,” she said. “But you’d better scoot on over to a pharmacy or a Wally-World and pick up some for the rest of the week. You’re all set here. Good luck!”
“Thank you, Nurse Joyce,” she said, nodding politely before heading out the door and into the bathroom across the hall. She lifted up the corners of her dress and shuffled gingerly out of her leggings.
She’d wanted to wear her white leggings today. She did not. She wore dark leggings. She did not want to risk getting a large, yellow stain on her white leggings.
Despite being stuffed with toilet paper and several maxipads, her panties had still managed to get a little wet. She threw the panties in the trash, humiliated by them though nobody was there to see them.
She looked at the hospital diaper sitting on the edge of the sink as if it were a jar containing live bee larvae. It wasn’t a very thick diaper. It was cloth-backed, and held together with velcro instead of tape. But it was a diaper, and that was reason enough for Geraldine’s stomach to plummet while looking at it.
“Back in diapers at twenty!” she said quietly. “If mother saw me now, she’d wonder if I’d been dipping into the sauce.” She grabbed the diaper and unfolded it. After a few minutes of confusion, Geraldine managed to pull the diaper around her waist and secured it snugly. They were more comfortable than she expected, almost like very thick underwear.
The ride to the Wal-Mart was anything but pleasant for the twenty-year-old girl who was secretly wearing a soft, white diaper underneath her dainty, pink dress. She stared out the window, but even her love of people-watching seemed tainted by the accident.
Are they wearing diapers, too? she wondered at every person the bus passed. Are they walking with wet pee between their legs? It can’t be that many, can it?
The bus pulled up to the stop in front of the Walmart and the doors swung wide open. Two obese adults entered, both breathing heavily from their trip around the store. Then, a group of three teenagers, each carrying a 2 liter soda bottle and a family sized bag of cheesy poofs. A mother with a small child in tow left. Finally, Geraldine stood up and walked down the bus stairs herself.
The incontinence section was as foreign to Geraldine as a backwoods swamp in the middle of rural China. She’d passed it dozens of times before…
The End of The Weird Scholarship – Chapter Four.
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