Type 1 life adventures
In the clash of one size fits all cotton comfort versus apparel logistics, it is inevitable that of the one in 17 or so times that you forget about those long rear straps, and they make their way to the toilet bowl for a good dunking, it will happen when you are attached to a catheter on wheels and it will all become just a little bit complicated.
I’m now booked in to get my semi-regular juice in the tank iron transfusion next week. In tracksuit pants.
(And yep, I do eat red meat.)