Wednesday, February 10, 2021

Microstory 1558: Bladder

I was walking my dog last night when a stranger came out of nowhere and offered to help me with my problem. I asked him what he was talking about, and he said...

“Let me see your bladder, I can tell if you have a problem.” My first reaction was “Do I have a problem?” But I’m not a doctor, and I also wondered if he just had a strong intuition about this and wanted to have a look for himself. But what came next almost made me pee myself with fear. He touched my bladder, and when he pulled back, he said “you have a lot of pressure there, you need to see your doctor, your bladder is only designed for 10  12 CCs.” I don’t even know what that means, but I said OK, and started walking away, and he repeated, “don’t forget your appointment, come back.” I want to say that it was a case of free will, but really...he had already touched my bladder, I was scared. I didn’t have the time to think about what I was going to do. I ran home as fast as I could and didn’t stop for a breath until I was in my bedroom. I’m so angry at myself that I didn’t do anything, that I let a total stranger touch me without my consent, without my knowledge... It’s almost as if the air around me changed...or the gravity. I wanted to get rid of the stress and anxiety I had, so I took a nice hot bath, but this man was stuck in my head, there was no peace in my body. I know...

...that it wasn’t not my fault, but I couldn’t help but feel guilty. I started to wonder if the man had some way of implanting a thought in my brain, or if these were truly my feelings. I needed to find some kind of distraction. I had had a really stressful day of work, so the dog walk was meant to be that distraction, but that totally backfired. What could I do? I could try to watch some TV, but I was sure that everything that happened would remind me of the incident. That guy on that one show kind of looks like him. Oh, she mentioned having to use the toilet. No, that wouldn’t work at all. I didn’t want to hear words, or see people, or be anywhere near here. The car. It’s like a sanctuary. I’m still in the world, but I can separate myself from it at the same time. I loaded my dog into the back, and got myself on the road. It was the middle of the night, so there weren’t many others around. The further I got from the city, the more isolated I felt. I even listened to classical music, so as to make believe I was the only person in the whole world. I drove all through the night, until I was so far away that I didn’t even know what state I was in. I didn’t pay attention to highway signs, or anything. I just focused on the pavement. I’m running out of gas now, though, so I start to look for the nearest place to stop. It’s in the middle of nowhere, with only a tiny little convenience store for drinks and smokes. I walk up to the counter and find that I recognize the clerk. It’s the man from before. He’s grinning at me, and then he asks if he can touch my bladder.

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