Nothing normal

Every so often, I pretend my body is normal. It never ends well.

On Monday I woke up at 6:05 a.m. and went to the bathroom. Then I closed my eyes till my alarm went off 15 minutes later, got dressed, got up, took Fame out  and fed her, and then started to brush my teeth.

As I started, I got a tiny indication that my bladder might need further emptying. "Surely," I said to myself, "that can't be. And why are you calling yourself Shirley?"

So I kept up the tooth brushing ... until the tiny indication became a surging river at which point it was all over. My sister was called. Things were changed. Unfortunately, my body was not one of those things.