with Mars
Those nearest and dearest to me will know that i pee quite frequently. Like all the freakin' time. Pretty much as soon as i get in the car, or leave the house, within an hour, i need to pee. I have to get up anywhere between two and four times in the night to pee... it drives me mental, as well as everyone who has the pleasure of sharing quarters with me.
On the up side, i guess that meant that i was reasonably well hydrated. That is, until i arrived in England and the water tasted like mud. So i stopped drinking. And then not long after, stopped peeing as much. Problem solvered? Not quite... Suddenly, i was peeing what looked like orange juice (enjoy that mental picture!), my skin was all dry and i looked like a hag... Hmmm problem.
And then, i re-discovered cordial. Genius! Suddenly i could get my water intake, without having to taste the 'seven-times-recycled' London water. Problem solvered?
This plan was working wonderfully... i was back to peeing four times a night, life was good. UNTIL, i arrived here in Manchester, and my house has THE smallest toilet room in the all time history of toilet rooms. I'm not even joking, i can't actually stand straight on in this room, and instead have to edge in sideways. The toilet room would have been okay, but they crammed a sink in there as well.
And so i'm back to square one... but worse, cause i'm not sure i can solve the contstruction of the house.
8 comments:
Ha... English facilities are shit house...
See what I did there!?
Dad-jokes are awesome.
that actually hurt, JC...
Heh.
K, I'm sorry. But you've gotta embrace the dad jokes.
Maybe they'll distract you enough to reduce the pee frequency. Or if we're gonna keep with the dad-jokes, the pee-quency
I'm so sorry.
oh no, you di'n't...!
colostomy bag?
maybe use the cordial bottle (once empty) for, uh, "relieving purposes"?
i got around the water tasting like arse thing by buying a brita water filter. nearly caused nan a nervous breakdown, but it works like a treat.
keeks, it's a pee problem, not a poo problem...
and omel, this theory is all well and good, but it doesn't help me where the tiny tiny toilet is concerned. i don't think that problem can be solvered...
Is peeing into the sink out of the question? Otherwise, maybe you can get a bedpan from an antique shop or something... actually, I'm just a bit smug coz it sounds like someone has a toilet smaller than mine. Although he was very fat, we once interviewed a potential flatmate who declined to move in because he literally couldn't fit in the bathroom.
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