Okay, I don't know what's wrong with me. I can hold my bladder for like eighteen hours and dozens of patients and a giant coffee and two diet cokes and most likely some cheez-its too even though they are my weakness but not related to the bladder in any way, but double-you tee eff is up with me INSTANTLY having to pee the minute I get into my car to go home?!
I don't have to drive far. Probably only four or five miles. And come hell or high water I won't pee at work, but damned if I'm not sitting at the stoplight 400 feet from the ER employee parking lot, crossing my legs and almost in tears.
It never fails. It's like I have a sixth sense. An ass-sense, if you will. My buttcheeks touch my car seat and it's like ba-blam! Contain the fountain of gold. Or perhaps that is my #1 sense, and all the other normal ones are two through six. Who knows.
All I know is that it's not funny, and it's not at all amusing to have to walk past my neighbor at 0730 looking like I'm attempting the new Olympic sport of Stair Climbing Whilst Not Moving Your Legs.