Today in Science! we asked the question: Is Bionic’s pelvic floor still strong enough to withstand endmiddle-of-migraine gastric pyrotechnics?
Hypothesis: Yes. It’s been ten months, and she’s gotten pretty good at sneezing, as long as it isn’t a whole lot of sneezing or a very full bladder.
To test this theory, we had Bionic vomit energetically with a slightly full bladder.
Results: Messy.
Conclusion: Hypothesis incorrect.
Additional discussion: Kegels. Or Depends. Or both. And definitely fresh pants.
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January 18, 2012 at 7:20 pm
Waaaaah.
January 18, 2012 at 7:29 pm
BLOODY migraines. How I hate them. Hate hate hate. Last thing you need is a new level of indignity inflicted upon you by the stress-testing of your re-modelled undercarriage. I wince for you.
(Sodding bastard migraines).
January 19, 2012 at 12:40 am
sodding bastards, indeed. sodden, too.
can’t complain about this one to you, though — it lasted two days and the puking was miserable, but the headache part wasn’t that bad, in the scheme of things. ice picking kept to a minimum and i never even murmured the word “self-treppaning.” micturation aside, your recent one was far worse.
January 19, 2012 at 12:45 am
Micturition. You’d think I could spell that by now.
January 18, 2012 at 7:54 pm
Yikes! Test again in 10 more months. Hopefully science will have improved dramatically by then.
January 19, 2012 at 12:46 am
Yeah, science ruins everything. Science! (shakes fist)
January 18, 2012 at 8:52 pm
Okay, I really am trying not to laugh…
But I do hope it gets better! Have you talked to your doc?
January 19, 2012 at 12:37 am
No, I haven’t. It hasn’t been that big of an issue, or at least not after the first few months. Ugh. I need to get new migraine meds anyway, so I suppose I should mention it.
January 19, 2012 at 12:50 am
Yikes! Migraines are the absolute worst. Soiling oneself definitely comes in a close second, and as a tandem act, those two are a pretty unstoppable day-ruiner. So sorry.
January 19, 2012 at 2:47 am
Oh no! That sounds awful in so many ways.
January 20, 2012 at 4:20 am
Sorry I’m laughing, I just recognize this too well. Minus the vomiting. Thus far. Hope you feel better soon!
January 20, 2012 at 7:19 am
My first thought was to utter my best British ‘you poor love!’ and offer a cup of tea, but, well, tea is only rented. It’s a bad bladder drink….
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January 21, 2012 at 12:03 am
HORRORS. It makes for a droll anecdote, but I bet it was hell to live through. So very sorry! And now I will chuckle.
January 21, 2012 at 12:07 am
from you, i can take the chuckle. because i know it is a dark, bitter chuckle.