It's already Monday again! Besides being the shitty day that signals the start of the week, for me it's also the shitty day that my bladder hates most!
Paruresis (pron.: /ˌpɑrəˈriːsɪs/ par-ə-ree-sis) is a type of phobia in which the sufferer is unable to urinate in the (real or imaginary) presence of others, such as in a public restroom. (Via Wikipedia)
I'm sure plenty of you have experienced the shy bladder issue at some point or another. Public washrooms are often a culprit, with people often turning on the faucet for the sounds of flowing water and distraction from the presence of others using the facilities also, while others avoid using them altogether. Personally, I thought I fell somewhere in the middle of the spectrum, I was able to do my business, but sure it was preferred if no one else was around because it made it a little more tricky. Little did I know, things were about to get much trickier...
Ever tried peeing in a tiny little make shift stall, with two nurses right outside the door, and a room full of people loudly talking just beyond that, every Monday, all the while being taped and watched by those lovely nurses who have a camera bolted to the wall right above you in that shitty little stall? I'm willing to bet your answer is no. While that doesn't seem tough enough, add in the fact that one of the medications I need to take also functions as a bladder control medication that literally dries you up from the inside out, and you've got yourself a ridiculously shy, and stubborn bladder.
Why are you peeing in a tiny little make shift stall, with two nurses right outside the door, and a room full of people loudly talking just beyond that, every Monday, all the while being taped and watched by those lovely nurses who have a camera bolted to the wall right above you in that shitty little stall, you ask? Ohhh the wonderful world of being an addict on Methadone Maintenance Treatment. So understandably (yet unfortunate) the tiny stall, cameras and nurses intent on watching me fill my cup are necessary, as otherwise people would be filling their cups with someone else's clean urine they smuggled in with them, just so they can earn, and then sell their 'carries' or take home doses and use as they please, while the doctor thinks they're clean as a whistle and on the road to recovery!
Given the fact that it's Monday, I just endured that fun little process again, and needed to vent! Anyone have tips or tricks they use to get things 'flowing'? Other than the running water, downing obscene amounts of water prior to, and trying to mediate away somewhere else, I'm stuck!