Coming to full consciousness, as I’m lying in bed, I think “Why am I awake now? I don’t have to go potty.” Suddenly my bladder speaks up. “I’m the boss here, not you! I say when you gotta potty, not you! And as a matter of fact, you DO hafta go. Right NOW!” “You’re not the boss of me”, I retort. “Oh yeah?? Take that!” (immediate cramp) Sir, yes sir! (mutters under breath) Bossy pants!
So I obediently
jump creakingly get up and go, like an automaton.
For some reason, my bladder is a male. ???? Don’t ask me! I’m just reporting the facts!
Mr. Bladder. He may be a male, but he’s still mine, so he HAS to be purple (Oh wait, he’s not purple, just the pic. Oh well, who has time for nit picky details like that??)
Am I the only one here whose body parts talk to them??
If I am, that’s not unusual. I’m used to being a weirdo sigh
When I get back, (Yes ma’am, I did flush, and wash. I’m not THAT asleep!) I check the clock. “Thank you, Mr. Bladder for letting me sleep a whole 3 hours this time!!” I have to call him “Mr”, since he’s my boss! No fraternizing!
I used to be woken up every hour, instead of 3, so I appreciate small favors! Wait, 2 more hours of sleep at a time, isn’t a SMALL thing! Ask any mommy! My Dr. had to give me meds for that, to train Mr. Bladder to quit being so impatient! HaHA! Who was the boss then??!!
Enough bladder blather! I’m sure you’re sick of this topic already!
Whew! Thank heavens for small favors!