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Discussion in 'The OT' started by John Corn, Feb 18, 2004.
Another blind link without so much as a short intro... sheesh!
Well, if that had been my "40 ounces of water" (urine) sloshing around, the nurse holding a 4 oz. plastic cup would have been in for one hell of a surprise. When I urinate, it's like the proverbial "Racehorse", except there is such force that I can't easily turn it off at will. In public restrooms, men hear my forceful stream, turn and give me appreciative glances - whoops, that's for another thread!
For those who experience the inability to urinate on demand, they should turn to the nurse and ask if she would care for a semen sample instead.
Why does this poor schmuck have to pee in a cup for his boss anyhow. What a degrading practice.
The only time I've ever had a problem with passing urine was last year after my surgery. I got real tired of the nurses coming in and acting like I was deliberately holding back. Nothing I wanted more that to let it go.
While I am not as bad as the poor schmucks in the story, I do experience the "shy bladder" syndrome. In a public restroom I just can't pee at the urinals if there is anyone else in the room. I go to one of the stalls. Of course, if at all possible I avoid public restrooms, I have to really really really have to go before I'll use one.
The "bashful bladder" is a little-known, but widespread problem. In a public restroom, try running water in a nearby sink, or flushing the urinal or toilet while you stand waiting. Anything to make a 'running water' sound to inspire you. Think of Niagra falls, your shower at home, standing in the rain. When I was a young kiddo, my pals and I would have pissing contests. I usually won. Imagine you're standing out in the woods urinating on a tree 10 feet away, or on that boss you don't like.
It's all about that tight little 'sphincter' muscle at the base of your bashful bladder. Visualize the uptight little guy and tell 'him' it's ok to relax and let it go, and the sooner the better!
Finally, if nothing else seems to do it for you, visualize the rear window of an F-150.
I need to remember not to get caught up on posts over the lunch hour. I was reading Nick's while finishing my salad and damn near choked to death. Now I can see why they don't want us surfing the web over while on our lunch breaks!
Sounds like a good case for a lawyer to me.
Unless he spilled hot coffee in his 'lap area', IMO, John doesn't have a case.