So, I'm standing at the urinal, about to take care of business. I let it fly. I aim at a few differant porcelin targets while feeling the sense of relief and relaxation.
It is at that moment where this simple process goes into slow motion. Not just a little slower, but where every second feels like a minute.
While staring at the target, I can clearly see a few large loking droplets headed from the bowl, towards my leg. Because of the slow motion, I feel as though I'm unable to make a counter move to aviod the strike.
Then I feel it...Yes, it has hit my leg.
Maybe I only realized this because I'm on C-III pain killers from my surgery, or maybe it is a fear that is in all men...