Jan 05, 2011
I'm getting closer to undrstanding the sociolgy and mechanics of the stuff I am going through. When we left this, we knew that incontinence and dead mice were related. We also know that MySterious things happen at night. I've been having rough nights as the face pain (TN? TMJ? Dental issues?) is much worse at night. I'm also taking some narcotic meds which make me a little scatter-brained.
Last night I awakened with the knowledge that I was already leaking. I leapt up out of my recliner, unceremoniously dumping the cat at my feet while simultaneously peeing on her. Poor girl. She awakens slowly and really didn't know what hit her. She didn't like it when she found out. At least I didn't kick her this time. My incontinence pad (I, know, TMI) had malfunctioned. So it was another night of mopping and packing clothes into the laundry room. At least now we know how the mice fare so badly. They really are washed away in the flood!
I had to analyze what had gone wrong, because I am usually a few steps away from from chair before any overflow leaking happens. In this case, the problem with the pad was that it wasn't there. Ooops. Turns out you actually have to USE them in order for them to work. Oh, well. Do I really have to go through this for the rest of my life like my Uro-Gyne predicts? Drat.
And, to make up for the bad night, Fizzy brought me a new little field mouse and played with it for the next few hours. Oh, joy.