I am so sick of having to pee all the time.
And yet, I have no choice in the matter. My body punishes me if I don’t drink water almost all the time, and well, what goes in must come out.
It’s like “what goes up must come down”, only disgusting!
I had an annoying incident earlier. I woke up from a nap, and peed. So far so normal, nearly everybody has to pee when they wake up.
But then I dozed for like ten minutes then decided to go back to sleep, only to find that my bladder was full again.
No way my kidneys produced that much urine in ten minutes. I must’ve had a backlog.
Needed to pee this much is like having an annoying kid living with you who is always demanding attention from you.
“What, you have to go AGAIN? But you just went like half an hour ago!”
I can’t wait until he’s old enough to go by himself.
There are times when I get so frustrated by my constant urinary demands that I contemplate extreme solutions.
The kind that involve a tap, a hose, and a catheter.
I will leave it to the student to figure out how that would work.
That way I could hydrate (and urinate) constantly and stay flushed out. A river really WOULD be flowing through me.
That would probably be bad for my kidneys. But convenient.
Now, on to the medical report!
It’s better than supersound, it’s….
Got my eye ultrasounded today.
Turns out all that talk of it taking 1-3 hours was, as I suspected, bullshit. Yeah, it said that on the appointment slip the nurse gave me, but I am pretty sure that was intended to cover regular appointments with the worthy ophthalmologists at West Coast Retina Consultants (Doctor Vaezi’s office), not medical imaging sessions at a busy clinic.
So, surprise! I made it to Wound Care with ten minutes to spare.
Actually getting to the ultrasound clinic was a serious pain for me, and i mean that literally. I knew I was in trouble the moment I got out of the car because the minute I was on my feet, my legs started hurting like an unpaid bitch.
I didn’t help myself when I wandered off in search of Clinic L down a corridor that, it turns out, only went up to G.
So then I had to go back to the elevator, and only then (and with Julian’s help) did I see the big friendly building directory. that told me that Clinic L was on the second floor.
So I go up the elevator, step out, and see that Clinic L is waaaay over on the other side of the god damned building.
Could not have been further from the elevator without it being outside the windows.
So I painfully made my way there. Had to stop for a bit on the way there. Luckily they have tons of seating at the Eye Care Clinic.
Got there and got the procedure. Took around ten minutes. Involved the imaging tech (his high class Indian accent makes me want to think of him as a doctor) putting a few drop of a numbing agent (or “numbant (sic) ” on my eye, and then dabbing on some of that goo they use for ultrasounds.
No pain. Just a lot of looking up or down or left or right when directed.
The walk was a lot more painful than the procedure.
Back home in sensible Richmond (where the parking roams free), I had a lady I quite liked due my Wound Care.
She was a big, jolly, good natured lady named Ray (Rae?), and she reminded me of Tyne Daly. We joked around as she changed my bandages.
Which was interrupted when Vivian, one of the wound car technicians, showed up to scrape down the callouses on my feet.
After that, it was home to rest for an entire hour before therapy at noon.
All in all, a very busy for yours truly.
More after the break.
What the hell, smut
Another long day, another low-effort part 2.
Here we see what it takes to make a fox see God.
I truly pity all the straight boys and top-only fags who will never know the sublime pleasure of getting your butthole stuffed.
Not that I am saying taking it up the keister should be mandatory or that there is anything wrong with electing not to partake, far from it.
It’s just that every time I am enjoying that particular form of stimulation, it feels so overwhelmingly and amazingly good that I can’t help but feel bad for all the men who will never experience it.
But maybe those are just the thoughts of a bottom-ish bear like me.
Here’s Mickey Mouse showing us his favorite mouseketeer.
Cute AND sexy,. Talk about being my type! That voice, though. Eep.
With my sensitivity to high pitched noises, there is no way it would ever work.
I bet during sex, only dogs can hear him.
Cut to poor Pluto covering his ears with his front paws and whining.
While we’re taking a walk through the wonderful world of Rule 34 porn…
Here’s a picture of a princess pony being pounded in her pissy pussy.
There. I got my female content AND my pee content all in one pic!
How’s that for efficiency?
I picture her saying, “What? I told you that you make me wet… it’s not my fault you couldn’t tell I was using it as a verb!”.
When she gets wet, she REALLY gets wet!
And I jsut love her facial expression. She’s having a great time and she knows it.
Hmmm. Maybe one more?
Well. while we’re in Equestria….
…might as well take in the sights.
I guess that’s it for the day. Therapy was uneventful, mostly because I was so tired.
Hope you’re having a great day, readers. And as always…
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.