So You All Can't Laugh But This Hasn't Been Updated Since Like, 2 Years Ago
Today I spent like 7 long hours in the car....we were on the way home from California. It was incredibly boring but I have to tell you what happened. Its embarassing but I'm gonna dmit it on live internet whatchamacallit.
Well, we were about 2 1/2 hours from home and we stopped at a service station to get gas. Everyone left me with the car to watch Gracie even though I said I kinda had to pee but they just told me they'd be back and I could go then. Whatever. So then I was like, "Eh, I don't have to pee that bad." So we're on our way and whatnot. Well, about 45 minutes or so outside of Phoenix (y'know, where the greyhound race track is) the urge started to be urgeful. So I desperately tried to think of something else. I got out our old choir CD from our last concert last year and started listening to it....critiquing every freakin thing we did wrong; wether it was a too stressed consonant or whatever.
This was NOT working. Oh gosh, like I really almost died. So then I get out my book and start reading it...willing myself not to be violently car sick. We drove by the new "Banner" hospital and I inwardly started dying a LOT. So I'm passionately reading, trying to get involved, doing anything I could to get rid of the pain my increasingly rock hard bladder was creating.
I alerted my family of my alarming predicament. When we FINALLY got to the cooper and chandler (it was a red light naturally) my dad started to tease me saying, "tinkle tinkle tinkle," I snapped. I started freaking out saying how I'm trying not to be sick, its not funny, i'm gonna die, but I was like almost crying. They all got mad at me saying that it was my own fault and everything which I do NOT need to hear when my has reached the density or steel.
So we drive in to my garage (my dad went over the curb gently so as not to dislodge anything) and I make a beeline for the door. My hands were shaking so bad that I was having trouble unlocking it. I finally opened it! My stomach abdominal area started aching...I was actually having shooting pains, so here's my theory. Either my bladder was being stretched soo much it was almost going to explode, or my bladder was stretching so much that it was pushing on other organs.
So I made it to the potty and whatnot. BUT after all was said and done, the sharp pains weren't gone. I started to gag, I felt like I was gonna throw up. Then I lay down on my bathroom floor on top of the cool tile. I just sat there curled up and moaning. That lasted for like, a minute. Then I got up and unloaded my stuff from the car.
It was absolutely terrible and I still don't feel amazingly good. Thanks for listening to my uncomfortable and painful story. If you are leaving now to use the facilities in your house, I do NOT blame you!
~Britt~
Well, we were about 2 1/2 hours from home and we stopped at a service station to get gas. Everyone left me with the car to watch Gracie even though I said I kinda had to pee but they just told me they'd be back and I could go then. Whatever. So then I was like, "Eh, I don't have to pee that bad." So we're on our way and whatnot. Well, about 45 minutes or so outside of Phoenix (y'know, where the greyhound race track is) the urge started to be urgeful. So I desperately tried to think of something else. I got out our old choir CD from our last concert last year and started listening to it....critiquing every freakin thing we did wrong; wether it was a too stressed consonant or whatever.
This was NOT working. Oh gosh, like I really almost died. So then I get out my book and start reading it...willing myself not to be violently car sick. We drove by the new "Banner" hospital and I inwardly started dying a LOT. So I'm passionately reading, trying to get involved, doing anything I could to get rid of the pain my increasingly rock hard bladder was creating.
I alerted my family of my alarming predicament. When we FINALLY got to the cooper and chandler (it was a red light naturally) my dad started to tease me saying, "tinkle tinkle tinkle," I snapped. I started freaking out saying how I'm trying not to be sick, its not funny, i'm gonna die, but I was like almost crying. They all got mad at me saying that it was my own fault and everything which I do NOT need to hear when my has reached the density or steel.
So we drive in to my garage (my dad went over the curb gently so as not to dislodge anything) and I make a beeline for the door. My hands were shaking so bad that I was having trouble unlocking it. I finally opened it! My stomach abdominal area started aching...I was actually having shooting pains, so here's my theory. Either my bladder was being stretched soo much it was almost going to explode, or my bladder was stretching so much that it was pushing on other organs.
So I made it to the potty and whatnot. BUT after all was said and done, the sharp pains weren't gone. I started to gag, I felt like I was gonna throw up. Then I lay down on my bathroom floor on top of the cool tile. I just sat there curled up and moaning. That lasted for like, a minute. Then I got up and unloaded my stuff from the car.
It was absolutely terrible and I still don't feel amazingly good. Thanks for listening to my uncomfortable and painful story. If you are leaving now to use the facilities in your house, I do NOT blame you!
~Britt~