TMI - Part 2

Okay so if you think my bladder infection post was too much, you may want to just quit now. In all honesty, I can't believe I'm about to post this, but it is just too funny not to. On our recent trip to Galveston, L and I were out on the beach enjoying the day. We had stopped at Wendy's on the way to the beach for a potty break and I told Leah she needed to make the most of it, since there were no restrooms on the beach. Now, typically I have the bladder of a camel, but I guess my recent infection has temporarily changed that. Let me paint the picture for you. I'm on the beach with my two year old. We are playing in the water. I realize I have to go. I look around. There is not a restroom, port a potty or bush in sight. I know by the time I grab my daughter, explain to her why we are leaving, carry her kicking and screaming to the car, wrap us both in towels and drive to a bathroom, it will be too late. I decided to do what I think we all probably have done, but don't usually talk (or in this case blog) about. Here's where the problem begins. I can't go too far into the ocean for fear that L will follow me and drown. So I decided to go where I'm at. This is something I'm not real happy with doing, but you've gotta do what you've gotta do. I pan around and see that the only other people on the beach are occupied and I let it flow. I look down only to realize that the water that was at my waist a minute ago is now below my knees and my pee is still fluorescent orange from the medicine I am taking. Thank God for a slow day at the beach!