I Gotta Pee
“I gotta pee” those were probably the most mentioned words during my trip to FL this past weekend. I had water running through me as though I was in DKA (diabetic ketoacidosis). The problem with the thought of me being in DKA was that my blood sugars were normal, I had 1 high blood sugar and that’s because the sugar that proceeded it was a low and I ate a cinnamon bun and didn’t take any insulin for it (I didn’t have time to fight with lows, I had things to do). [I will note that it's possible that I was spilling ketones the entire weekend but I can't be sure because I kindof forgot the ketone strips and couldn't check. I will also note that I did have small ketones when I got home last night and when I woke up this morning.]
If you know me at all, you know that I have huge problems with restrooms, particularly, public restrooms, or restrooms that maybe aren’t so public but are shared with people I don’t know. If you’re not familiar with this, you can do some side reading over on my other blog, Traveling Thoughts that will explain my problem with restrooms in detail. So, if you’re up to speed with my problem with restrooms you can understand the problem that then presented itself while I was at Disney World.
It all started when I couldn’t quench my thirst, I was walking around Disney World with my 3 liter reservoir in my camel back and the spiket in my mouth like it was an IV in my arm. Once to twice and hour I was saying “I gotta pee”. When I ran out of water, which happened twice during my day at Disney World (all 13 hours of it) it became imperative that I got more, the sun might as well have fallen from the sky. Because just as much as we need the sun, I needed water and I wouldn’t fill up at a water fountain either, I had to have bottled water (it tasted far better than that FL stuff, which wasn’t that bad, as the water in CA is far worse, but it still wasn’t that good either.) It takes 3 regular size bottles of Dasani to fill my reservoir. And I didn’t care that it was costing me $2 a bottle to fill it up. It was one of those things that just had to be done.
Getting water had to be done the same way me giving up my fear of toilets had to be done. 9 out of 10 times I had to go to the bathroom so badly that I was doing the potty dance while I was grabbing ass gaskets and trying to drop my shorts. Those same 9 out of 10 times my pants weren’t even unzipped as they came down and i leaned over the toilet (it wasn’t even a full hover) to pee because I had to go so badly. It’s not like I could hold it, normally, I’m really good at holding it, I can go the whole day if I have to simply because I refuse to use the toilets at work the majority of the time. But no, not this time, there was no holding it (not that I could’ve held it for 14 hours to begin with) but seriously, once or twice an hour, that’s a lot of peeing going on. It just wasn’t normal.
I am proud to say however that I avoided the porta potty the day of my ride (although it was a toss up as to whether or not I was going to make it back to the starting point without having to dodge into the trees for a moment). The porta potty was the true test I told myself, I said, nothing’s wrong if you don’t have to use the porta potty, but if you do have to use one there’s definitely something wrong.
I didn’t have to use the porta potty, therefore nothing is wrong 
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