Monday, July 31, 2006

I have to pee!

This morning came and went with an early visit from a nurse seeking a urine sample from both P and I. You would think being the grown adults that we are, that we would be able to follow a few simple instructions... but this morning unfolded like we were a couple of kids in our terrible twos.

The rule that we did follow was the fact that we had to fast for 3 hours prior to the urnine sample. P schedule this appointment early in the morning so that we (more like he) didn't have to go for three waking hours without food. The time was fine, I figured that we both would get up, meet the nurse, pee, and it would be over with.

But not the case... instead of enjoying a 30 minute sleep-in, I was up at the crack of dawn and with a full bladder (probably due to the 4 gallons of water I drank yesterday). When P heard me up, he was up too with a full bladder. I tried to lay in bed and fall back asleep but the pressure on my bladder was too great. P and I had the following conversation:

Me: I have to pee...
P: You can't...

Me: I have too...
P: Just go back to sleep...

Me: I can't I have to pee, I am going to pee...
P: Just wait a half hour...

Me: I can't wait that long...
P: Fine but your going to have to drink a lot of water then.

Me: I can do that...
P: I really have to pee too, but I can hold it...

Me: I am going...
P: I really have to pee.

A few short steps to the bathroom and:

Me: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...that felt good.
P: *laugh*

I got in the shower and tried not to think about having to force a second morning pee out of me, but it wasn't 3 minutes into my shower when I heard P in the bathroom:

P: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... I couldn't hold it.
Me: *laugh*

I swear... how hard should it have been to hold a pee a few more minutes. I wasn't out of the shower 5 minutes when the nurse rang the door bell. She did 2 minutes of paper work, took our blood pressure, and handed us THE CUP.

In my head I was thinking: I've got nothin.
I headed the bathroom and sat there... dooo-da-dooo-doooooo.... anytime now. I ran some water in the sink.... and volia out came 2 millilitres of urnine. It wasn't an amount I was proud of, but I handed it to the nurse and she made do with it.

P on the other hand wasn't so lucky about forcing out his sample. I don't know what it is but most men cannot pee under pressure. P tried... and gave it a good go, but it just wasn't happening for him. He came out of the bathroom empty handed... so we waited. He drank a major glass of water and 10 minutes later, he was back in action.... he proclaimed: I did it (as if it was his first time successfully peeing in the toliet on his own). See what I mean about us acting like a bunch of kids.

The nurse didn't seem half as excited as we were, but she poured 1/16 of it into 2 small test tubes and P had to dumped the rest... probably thinking: what a waste... all that work for nothing!

We carried on with our day, and for me I have been peeing every half hour on the hour today... I don't know what I started when I forced myself to pee... but I can't keep up with this pace... I am use to peeing 2 or 3 times a day, not 10. However, thankfully toliet paper is on sale this week!

1 comments:

Stacey said...

One time they were going to give me an ultrasound to see if I had a cyst on my ovary. (It turns out I did have one.) I went in there where the machine is and the girl goes, "I bet you really have to go, don't you." I was like, "Huh?" I had no idea what she was talking about. She goes, "Your doctor did tell you that you were going to have to give a urine sample and not to go before you got here, didn't she?" I said, "No." So she sent me back out into the waiting room and told me to take a paper cup and drink lots of water and to get her when I had to go. It didn't take long. I had about three glasses of that water within 10 minutes' time.