The doctor came back into the room.

“I’ve patched up the stab wound quite well, and you should life life fairly normally from now on.”

“What do you mean ‘fairly’ normally?”

The doctor pulls a sponge out of his white coat pocket. “Well, from now on, whenever you urinate, you have to do it on this sponge.”

“What?”

“It’s hard to explain, doctor stuff…, but you’ll die if you don’t urinate into this sponge every time you have to go to the bathroom. But you are able to squeeze it out when full, and wash it from time to time.”

“Gee, that’s a relief! So I have to carry a piss-soaked sponge with me wherever I go?”

“Yes. Remember to squeeze it out before boarding a plane. The TSA won’t allow you on a plane with more than three ounces of liquid, even your own urine.”

“But…”