tabular_rasa | Graphic Description Of My Bladder Problems (Reply)

It takes exactly one hour for one bottle (20 oz) of Dasani water bottle (flavored-- raspberry) to run its course through my body.

After the first bathroom break, it is then necessary to go again every 15 minutes for the next hour-and-a-half-- and this is also the kind of pee that is not conductive to holding. You know, sometimes it's higher up in your belly, feeling, where you can just sort of supress it and go to sleep with it still there, even? No, this was the kind where it's right there, ready to spill right out. This is honestly the kind you can wet yourself with.

So, I started drinking this bottle of Dasani water at about 2:35/2:40, when Introduction to Political Theory II began. By 3:00, I was (more than) halfway done with the bottle, and sort of had to pee, if I thought about it. By 3:25, I was bursting-- and I forced myself to wait until 3:30 to go.

I went, and then came back, at about 3:35, because I took so long trying to force the more of it that was in me out of there.

So, then, ten minutes later, I have to go again.

Okay, no, this is not happening . . . , I tell myself, forcing myself to hold it. You're just going to have to sit and deal with it there until I can go at 4:00, after class; hopefully he won't hold it over-- like he usually does, darn it . . .

So I wait . . .

. . . and I wait . . .

. . . and I wait . . .

. . . and the minutes surge on like hours, the five-minute progression I actually seem to wait seeming to take a whole hour-and-a-half. I switch my position every five seconds or so, unable to either cross my legs or place my arms folded across my chest for fear of placing pressure on my surging abdomen!

Then, I realize: Shit-- I am going to wet myself.

I feel this rushing sensation, and the entire organ down there goes all warm and numb and tingly. Shit! I think. Shit! Shit! Shit! Only it's really not shit-- it's more #1 :-P

. . . so I get up, and I run.

It's only 3:53; I couldn't wait until 4:00. I just ran . . .

I rush into the bathroom and prepare to go. Yet, I realize, so I scared I have become of wetting myself, and having to go, obviously, again, and running out and causing a scene, I find . . .

. . . I cannot go.

I simply cannot go. I just can't. The pressure is there; it's burning and aching and it needs to get out of me, but it just won't. I can't go back to class like this! Yet-- it won't go out!

So then I start to panic that I think I'm going to pass a kidney stone.

Yet, *sigh,* finally, after about ten minutes, I just went . . . and then I went back to class, and apologized to my professor about the disturbance, and explained that I had thought that I was going to throw up, because what loser has to go the bathroom after every fifteen minutes?