in bad playact format for your amusement
CLOCK: 10:37 AM
BLADDER: (small, quiet voice) Um? I'd...I'd like to pee now.
ME: (somewhat muffled) go'way
BLADDER: (voice somewhat firmer) No.I really do have to go.
ME: (burrows further into bed) not listening to you
BLADDER: But you drank a gallon of water when you got home last night.
Plus, there were margaritas. Seriously, I gotta go.
ME: (from under a small mountain of blankets) lalalalala!
CLOCK: 10:43 AM
BLADDER: (in the voice of Thulsa Doom) Get up now and empty me, peon!!!!
ME: **leap out bed** Bathroom. On it. Righty-o!
The Process 
totally hate that, especially in the middle of a good dream
((icon is for recalcitrant body parts))
I was totally comfy and didn’t want to move. I had arranged my body so that nothing ached. And then my bladder had to go all postal on me.
My bladder, which was awake at 6:30 AM, has very little sympathy for your bladder. 🙂
at 6.30 AM, I had been asleep for roughly three hours.
🙂
*hug*
You feeling any better, doll?
No, not so much.
😦
I am sorry, sweets. Soup?
I did not have any soup today. I have been nursing a mug of tea.
I can actually hear his voice doing that, too.
Mine occasionally tends to channel Dwayne Johnson, from “The Rundown”.
“I need you to make a choice for me. Option A or Option B…”
“B-b-but! They’re the same option. ”
“That’s war, soldier.”
(haven’t actually seen the movie – am I close?)
Not quite.
“Option A, you give me the ring.”
“And option B?”
“Option B, I MAKE you give me the ring.”
I strongly recommend it, it’s a very entertaining little flick.
Haha, describes many of my mornings.