My bladder & I have a pretty symbiotic relationship. It tickles me, i pee. Ultrasound prep really fucks this up.
Instructions were to drink a crate full of water an hour and a half before said appointment. K, my bladder? Not very stretchy.
So i woke up at 7:30...and peed. It is just unnatural not to first thing. It goes against all my basic instincts. Plus i forgot i had an appt.
Booked for 8:30. I gulped a gallon of water & off I went. The technician put the goop on me & then the roller thingy (is this too technical?) & said in a scolding tone, "Your bladder is empty." Eeek, i hate being chastised.
It usually fills really quickly...
Nope, come back at 1. And this time finish drinking 2 bottles of water by 11:30 (said in a stern teacher voice looking over her glasses at me).
So i gets in my car & half-way to work (a 10 min drive), I almost peed my pants.
11:30 comes around, i funnelled 2 bottles of water.
I had to leave work at 12:30 because my bladder was going to burst. I couldn't talk, laugh or sit.
I walk in & beg them to take me right away, because peeing my pants in the waiting room might have embarrassed me a bit. At this point, I'm fantasizing, and not about sex.
She goops me up & puts the thingy on my belly & says "good job".
Aw... i think i blushed.
And no, i'm not pregnant! (fingers crossed)
This whole weekend it's supposta be 30 degrees, 38 with the humidex. Here in Canadia we always have to add that, cuz that's how we roll. That's about 100 in American. Sticky sweet.