We all have those triggers, regardless of when we last peed, that signals that if we don’t again immediately the evil bladder trigger will let go!
Usually it is something like returning home from being out. The times decades ago I would pee before leaving my parents house and 15 minutes later as I slotted the key into my door the bladder hammer would start clanging at the urgency bell and I would be thinking a) do I have time to get the key out the door, throw my bag and coat down before getting to the bathroom and b) again? Really? I just went minutes ago!
Last night a new trigger finally dawned on me. The tv – well the turning off of the tv to be more precise. As the season is turning and as a new schlou of programmes are starting on television of an evening, and because Major Murphy and Captain Sod have engineered it so everything I want to watch is on at the same time, I intended to watch some things on the iPlayer. My bladder had other ideas. So earlier than usual I depressed the satisfying little red button on the tv remote that brings forth the calm silence of evening and “ting-clang-hey-hey-bang-bang” bladder immediately brought the guessed level of its contents to my attention. Then it occurred to me, this is what happens before bed, the night is dusky or dark [aren’t the night drawing in fast!] the tv goes off, it is struggle up and off to the bathroom before heading to the bedroom. Brain has obviously subcontracted out the bladder bell to some unknown private organisation that neglected to ask the relevant other department [probably also run by some inane third party] “What is tonights schedule?” to realise that when the tv went off it was to watch the iPad and not bed time.
I know this is so because Sunday afternoon we had a power cut, yes it switched off the television and guess what I felt the need to go and do ……….. that’s right, another pee!