With ulcerative colitis the need to run to the bathroom every few hours at night is a given. It starts with a dream of needing to go to the bathroom and being trapped in an elevator with a Philipina nanny who is pushing all the wrong floor buttons accidentally and I'm splitting at the seams as the door opens and closes to reveal empty floors.... and she never leaves as she just wanted to go to the basement anyways... and then suddenly I awaken with wicked cramps and the feeling that I need to bolt to the can in 2 seconds or end up creating a chocolately not-so-Willy-Wonka-esque waterbed.
Anyways, after doing the toilet based fecal deeds which I am too shy to elaborate upon, I return to my bed ready to sleep and find this thief in my spot.
With some coaxing using liver bits and a tender growl from me she leaves my bed and goes back to her custom bed which is about 2 feet away (and might I add very comfortable too). And then 30 minutes later, I have to run to the can again and donate some more blood to the municipal water works as usual... When I return to my bed, guess who has taken it over again?
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