It's come to my realisation that I have to pee more frequently when it rains. Which makes sense to me - I mean, you can see all that water, hear the pitter patter, it's only natural that you'd want to pee, isn't it? What I don't get is how, when I'm sitting in my windowless office in the furthest innards of our building, the rain can still make me want to pee more. Hell, I don't even need to check a window to know it's raining, I can just tell that from my bladderly complaints.
My bladder has developed some kind of intuitive, subversive connection with the weather, for which I feel both an awe and a decided disgruntledness.
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