Water Retention 102
I don’t know what’s with the delayed reaction of the water retention pill I took yesterday morning, but it decided to kick in today on the hour-and-a-half drive to Freeland for my all-day writing class. I wasn’t early, by any means, which didn’t help the situation.
I was only halfway there when it hit me. I began to break out in a cold sweat. I kept thinking, “Where are all the gas stations and stores?” Normally, I liked the fact that they were few and far in between and I could enjoy the ocean view and tall cedars.
I was wearing a new skirt and I looked pretty good. I considered pulling over to the side of the road. I wondered if I would be able to… first of all, not get arrested… second of all, pee without getting it all over my skirt.
The sign said “Freeland: 17 miles” when I was getting close to going off the deep end. Seventeen miles takes forever when your bladder cannot contain another drop.
I reminisced about joking with one of the chemotherapy nurses (when she explained the possibility of diarrhea as a side effect) that I should get some Depends diapers just in case. I really wished I had one now. It didn’t matter that I was driving 55 miles per hour; I would find a way to get that diaper on.
When I got to the class, the teacher greeted me warmly. I threw my purse, 88,000-word manuscript, laptop, and notes for the new cancer book down on the table and yelled, “Where’s the bathroom?!” Of course, it was being used. Would the agony never end?
I may just go buy some Depends Diapers yet.
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