My Two Gallon Habit

The need is real! I don't know if it's because prior to Tolvaptan I routinely used mind over matter to delay my trips to the restroom, but I think I'm doing okay these days. Is it possible that I built up bladder muscles over the years? Don't get me wrong, the need to pee is omnipresent. But it's one of those things where I can make note of it, finish what I'm doing (or finish a couple more things) and then make my way to the facilities without the fear of letting things fly. But I'm not stupid. You'd better believe I'm making the restroom my last stop before starting my 45 to 60 minute commute to/from work. A soggy crotch is NOT becoming.

Oh how I hate the morning commute to work. Oh how I hate the traffic. Oh how I hate the wasted time. And now... Oh how I hate the fear of peeing myself because I'm stuck in my car in a traffic jam and am unable to get to a bathroom in time. The other day I was sitting in my car, feeling stranded on the freeway as I waited for the other cars to start moving so I could make my way to work and, more importantly, A BATHROOM! Because there's not much else to think about as you're staring at the bumper in front of you, I started playing the what if game. What if I can't hold it? What if I pee myself? I can't go home and work because my laptop is at the office. How could I get my laptop without embarassing myself too much? Oh wait. I have a cardigan sweater on. Could i possibly wrap it around, make my way to my desk and then flee before anyone's had a chance to witness the shame? Okay. I think I can make it. Cue the traffic. It moves. I get to work on ti...