General Chat

Our bed is high and wide and quite firm. You have to get yourself arranged just about to rights before you can really relax and get off to sleep but, once properly organized, you don't move much at all until you wake up.

If I have been doing something strange, or even more odd than usual, during the day my muscles sometimes need a bit of arranging and then my ear bends and keeps me awake and the pillow is in the wrong place and needs adjusting to the accompaniment of tuts and sighs from that faraway place on the other side of the bed.

Once it is all in place and comfortable I can drift into that wonderful blissful sleep that our supportive mattress gives.

So, why is it that at that very moment when I should be floating into warm and peaceful oblivion, I always, without fail, need a wee?!

Oh Sharron, you do make me laugh! I am only happy when I have the bed to myself and due to the fibromyalgia it takes me a while to get comfy too Hopping out to the loo is annoying especially when it's cold

Liz x

Get some of those incontinent pants!

You think you have problems :-S

My bathroom is downstairs!

Last night, I woke up to find myself in desperate 'need', firmly wedged between two cats (and one weighs over a stone). It's much worse when you wake up needing a wee, as you really want to go back to sleep.

I couldn't move too quickly, as one was in such a position that his legs could have been broken by a 'wrong' move.

Then, once extricated, I have to wake up enough to walk safely down the stairs - more often than not accompanied by at least one of the disturbed cats - why do they insist on walking just in front of me on the stairs?
This causes 'panic' as my brain/bladder is now fully alert and saying 'weeeeeee'.

...the funny thing is, my sister (with a loo both upstairs and downstairs) was extolling the virtue of stopping mid-flow to enhance the muscles - thus avoiding 'wee leak' as one gets older.
I've been 'enhancing' my muscles every night I've slept in this house. :-0 :-0

Mustn't grumble I suppose. When we moved in here there was an outside one.

There's a lot to be said for a commode chair lol My cousin pinched the one my Mum had upstairs in her room. Here we have an upstairs loo thankfully but there are many times when I wish we had a loo downstairs too! Going up is hard work with my legs crossed lol

When we stay at the cottage in Tideswell it's a real struggle to negotiate the steep stairs down to the bathroom through the kitchen, and with the handrail being a rope, it's quite precarious when trying to concentrate on muscle control.

Lizxx

We lived in a Victorian terraced house in S E London

It had an outside privy as well as one later put in on the second floor landing

It was a 5 storey house and mum and dad slept on the fourth floor . Dad had to get up at 5 am for work so we always knew when he was off to bed as he would say goodnight wth an enamel bucket in one hand !!

Shirley, you've reminded me of the time I lived in a bedsit in Southsea in the 1970's.
This too was a 5 storey Victorian terrace, with a 6th floor in the attic.
Unlike now, these bedsits had a shared bathroom, and if you were lucky there was more than one!
We had two. :-)
One on the 3rd floor (where I was), and one on the ground floor.
Every morning, on leaving my room for work, there would be an elderly man in dressing gown, silently walking down the stairs, with a towel covered chamber pot.
He used to freak me out, as he was so thin, pale and silent, I first thought he was a ghost :-0 :-0

And remember not to cough ...