The water works issue continues although is showing some improvement. All the water drinking I have done over the years is proving to be the bain of this current life. I am a camel and can hang on and on before I need to empty and until now have thought this a positive attribute. Not the kind one would put on a dating site but a kind of handy one, like, I’ve never had to mentally map out a shopping spree around the location of loos. This means my bladder can hold a lot yet unfortunately my bowel cannot. However we’re talking about the bladder today and it turns out I need to drink at least 1.5 litres in 5-10 mins… 45 minutes prior to the appointed time of treatment. Geezuz… I have deadlines with work but seriously? And… this is on top of the 1200ml I drink through the night, and the following 1200ml I consume post breakfast and pre appointment. Forty five mins prior to the appointment I’m to empty my bladder and then consume another 1500ml in the stipulated 5-10 mins! Cripes, I might be a camel but I’m part human too!
The upside is that despite a bit more drinking and a bit more waiting for the dripping to hit my bladder, today’s appointment was the shortest yet at an hour and a quarter. This is good news not just for princess me but also for the generous buddies who have offered their chauffeuring services but have not yet been called up.
Today’s chauffeur was in the form of Vic and I’m sorry to say to future chauffeurs, she has set a high bench mark. I mentioned in a previous post how Vic likes detail but OMG, I think she goes beyond detail. Her inner girl guide relished the opportunity to shine with the following list of items packed neatly on the back seat (Judy Worthington, you would be suitably impressed): a brand new bucket for emergency poohing purposes, a toilet roll (of course), tissues, wet wipes, an array of plastic containers – with lids – in the event I needed to heave and cap the subsequent stench, a face washer and mouth wash for the post vomit freshen up, an esky with chiller blocks keeping bottles of water, blueberries and mango nicely chilled along with nuts and dried fruit. Oh and a zip lock bag for anything unsavoury that might need to be stored along the way. I’ve no doubt overlooked something but I’m happy to report Vic’s girl guide motto of ‘it’s better to be prepared’ worked a treat as the only items put to use were the nicely diced mango and paper towel.