My stand-to-pee prosthetic’s been falling apart for months now. Its measuring spoon was in tatters; I snipped off the tube attachment after holes wore through the sides. When you’re wearing it constantly, these things happen, but at least having a broken prosthetic feels less jarring than not having one at all.
It only seems fitting that the go-to cocoon I’ve been purchasing identical models of since 2004 would be breaking down right as I’m about to transform the area for good, in just a few days.
Chinchilla Meat 