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!
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!
posted by SC at 3:39 PM
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