My Menopause Blog

We were well out into the channel when my bladder indicated that no shore would be close enough for the type of ‘release’ I as an adult woman preferred to experience. Leaning forward and sucking in my innards no longer helped. Sitting on my heel was not a real option thanks to the bashing waves […]

Just in case you’ve ever wondered what we crazy Canucks do for a good time, I present Example A.
For the last two summers, I’ve camped on the shore of this lake. Each night around sunset, during relatively flat-water conditions, this barge would do an evening tour. Typically the occupants included one middle aged woman in […]

According to The New Menopause Book, by the time we gals reach 65, about half of us will have some issue with urinary incontinence (UI). Said more plainly, we will leak urine when we would prefer not to.
Despite the huge numbers of UI members, there is a big myth surrounding the issue. Urinary incontinence is […]

As a final post in my Pee Free or Bust series I bring you Cape Pierce Alaska. Population prior to my arrival: 2 plus several thousand walrus.
For three glorious weeks in 1985, I assisted my beau with the task of monitoring the herd of walrus that summered on the beach of Cape Pierce. We bunked […]

You’d think that asking the safari driver to stop on this seemingly deserted road in Tanzania would be an easy solution to a cranky, full bladder demanding attention. Elephants aren’t known for sneaking up on people. And with no other safari vehicles in sight who would know?
May I present an example of what you don’t […]

Continuing on with the ‘free to pee’ series of posts for the bladder challenged among you, I bring you to the roadside edition.

On the road peeing is an art form for women. Here is an example of a pit stop that allows almost complete privacy. Unless there’s a guy in the ditch with a camera that waits until you’re in full stream before clicking a picture. But even then, as you can clearly see, nothing, not even my embarrassment, is visible.

Prior to embracing the wilderness camp life, I could pee out of doors provided it was dark, I had tissue and the washroom was too far away or lined up. Another words under the right conditions my bladder had an out so to speak.

Continuing on the subject, ‘Badder Bladders’ my meno-pal Ellie offered a lovely example of ‘peeing ones pants’ in her latest blog post.

Ellie and I are of the Peri-Tribe, perhaps separated at birth and only now finding each other through the blogosphere. The joys of menopause have brought us together. Our bladders are cementing the deal.