Depends..
For those of you unaware, I have what might be referred to as a teeny, tiny, itsy, bitsy, small, little bladder. I have spent a disporportionate amount of my life on the toilet, "making water" (and using up precious natural resources in the form of toilet paper).
Recently, I increased my water intake from my pitifully standard 16oz to a monumentous 64oz a day meaning I am on the toilet nearly EVERY WAKING SECOND OF MY LIFE. I don't sleep through the night anymore because I am on the toilet. I don't watch entire TV shows because just when Tyra is about to reveal who is going home, I HAVE TO GO PEE. I can't sit through an entire class period without doing some form of the potty dance. And I know 64oz a day is good for me and is cleansing and purging my body on the cellular level but I have a constant urge to pee, not unlike what I imagine being pregnant to be like with the pushing and the mushing of the internal organs.
To my benefit and the only real saving grace I feel I have at this current venture is my inhuman ability to distract myself. I can go hours between potty breaks (like any normal bladder sized individual) if I find some way to avoid thinking about 1. how much water I've had to drink or 2. the tingly pressure on my lower half, a clear indication I should go, now. But now the real and constant fear in the back of my mind is: it's just a matter of time before I pee my pants.
Will you still respect me then?
Recently, I increased my water intake from my pitifully standard 16oz to a monumentous 64oz a day meaning I am on the toilet nearly EVERY WAKING SECOND OF MY LIFE. I don't sleep through the night anymore because I am on the toilet. I don't watch entire TV shows because just when Tyra is about to reveal who is going home, I HAVE TO GO PEE. I can't sit through an entire class period without doing some form of the potty dance. And I know 64oz a day is good for me and is cleansing and purging my body on the cellular level but I have a constant urge to pee, not unlike what I imagine being pregnant to be like with the pushing and the mushing of the internal organs.
To my benefit and the only real saving grace I feel I have at this current venture is my inhuman ability to distract myself. I can go hours between potty breaks (like any normal bladder sized individual) if I find some way to avoid thinking about 1. how much water I've had to drink or 2. the tingly pressure on my lower half, a clear indication I should go, now. But now the real and constant fear in the back of my mind is: it's just a matter of time before I pee my pants.
Will you still respect me then?