There's no easy way to say this. You've heard the genteel turn of phrase, regarding having "urgency"?
Well, I don't have that. I have panic. Duplicity. Avoidance. Desperation. And courting containment failure.
Walking is bad enough, given that I sort of can't trust or believe my legs. I can barely trust or believe my bladder. And, since for whatever reason I've been running more properly hydrated than I have for a long time, I spend a lot of time second-guessing my bladder.
Oh well. At least the plumbing still basically works. The same way a bucket works... keep it upright, and the floor stays dry. Except for me, it's "keep seated," because standing and walking courts disaster.
At least I haven't had to bail out of my classroom for a mid-class-session emergency bathroom dash. I did have to do that a few times last year... I told the class, "I have to excuse myself briefly. I'll be back as soon as I can. I'm going to trust you guys to keep it together until I return. Because I promise you, if any ONE of you makes me regret trusting you... next time, they're coming with me."
Lots of laughs. And upon my return... absolutely nothing untoward had happened; all was well. (Whew!)
I can trust a room full of 14-year-olds better than I can trust my own bladder.
All things considered, that does have it's advantages. And it's funny. And neurological nonsense being what it is... funny, I'll take.