I was in hospital only once (except for tests) as an adult, Louise, and I was fortunate (?) in that I was on medications to help with a TBI that presented like a stroke, so I was semi-aware of what was happening and less than fully functional. At one point I woke up, needed to urinate, spotted the urine-catcher on the stand next to me, used it, recapped it, went back to sleep. Next thing I knew a female nurse was changing my bedding and my gown; apparently I was only moderately successful in getting the urine into the receptacle and had wet myself and the bed. I was informed that I the future I would ALWAYS use the call button to request help; if I needed a male nurse to help, they would find one. Since I felt no shame, modesty, or embarrassment (don’t know what drugs I was on, but they were pretty strong) I don’t recall any problems having a female nurse.
I *do* remember they moved the urine-catcher out of my reach. Hrmph!