You may want to close out and not finish reading this, but again, you may not. I feel this topic needs to be addressed.
Where I work, the floor has three offices-the IT Dept.
(mostly men); 4-H (mostly women); and the County Extension Agency (mostly
women). The Women’s restroom is by the
IT Department. The Men’s is by the other
two offices. It isn’t a short trek to
either restroom for either office. So
whom every designed the building or assigned the offices obviously hadn’t
Nature’s business in mind. There are many times workers have wished, ranted, or
cursed the locality of their prospective facilities. I’ve even had a coworker stand guard as I
bolted to the Men’s Room knowing full well I wouldn’t make it down the hall. It shouldn't have to be this way.
While traveling around this beautiful country of ours, I
have issues with restrooms across the land.
I’m obviously not the only one, since there are several phone apps out
there helping you with anything from cleanliness ratings to locality. I have one on my phone. Which, I got razzed about on my last
trip with my parents (and my mother was grateful for, btw)! Regardless of popular belief, I DO NOT
know every potty stop along the I-15 Corridor (almost, but not quite), so this app comes in handy.
One of my pet peeves is going into restrooms that are
one-holers or just have one toilet.
Usually, there is a line of women wrapped around the store or rest stop
waiting. Some have small children doing
the potty-dance. Others, like me, are
doing the potty dance. While the poor woman who has finally got her turn is
thinking about all the others standing out there with crossed legs.
I don’t know about the rest of you, but I simply can’t go
with others ‘out there.’ It’s almost
like you’re camping and sitting on that outhouse toilet with cold air whooshing
up privates—instant shutoff. Men—don’t laugh. Your plumbing’s different. Please don’t judge us, because it is a problem!
So, I try to avoid one-holers at all costs. I just can’t relax. I know others out there lurking. If I’m forced to use one, nothing is worse
than showing up right before a bus unloads.
Then the race is on! I need to be
washing up before the first old lady tourist is banging on my door or that’s
it for me and my travel companions.
We either wait until the bus pulls out for me to relax, or we stop at
every available bathroom for the next hour.
Two-holers are almost as bad as the one. There may be TWO toilets, but you never knows
what you’ll find in (or on) that one.
Let me give you examples of what I’ve found:
·
Clogged holers
·
Flooded holers
·
Smeared holers
·
Peed-on holers
·
Paperless holers
·
Lockless holers
·
Broken holers
·
Peep Hole Holers
·
Made-for-Toothpick Holers
Are you getting my drift?
And it never fails, if there are TWO stalls, the one I dash into, is usually a Made-for Toothpick and a Paperless one and the individual in the other one has only one square herself. None to spare.
I have learned to carry rolls of TP in my car for this very
purpose. One day, while driving in the
mountains, I was the hero of all the women (and some men). I was the only one who had TP and hand sanitizer
for the almost overflowing outhouse by a popular fishing hole. Thank you, Mom, for teaching me this habit!!!
For many with MS, bladder issues are a problem, me being one
of them. But even before I was blessed
with this illness, Rick has joked with me I have a bladder the size of a
thimble. I can’t help it if having
children messed up the my waterworks. I have a few suggestions that help me get from Point A to
Point B without having to stop every 30 minutes. Mind you, these don’t always work, but it’s
usually enough to get me to a multi-stall unit.
1.
Don’t
dehydrate yourself. I’ve learned the
hard way by going with minimal liquid for the whole day before and on the day of
travel. Boy, you want to talk about
being sick and light-headed.
A.
Drink lots of fluids-just not caffeinated
ones. My drink of choice is Diet
DP. Giving it up while traveling is
very, very hard. But also running to the
bathroom every 30 mins OR the thought of not being able to find a potty stop in
time was enough to cure me of in taking the Nectar of the Gods for a few days.
B.
By lots of fluids, don’t be switching your
100 oz of MT Dew for 100 oz of Blue Powerade. I always told my son he was drinking blue toilet water when he switched to this. Trust me, if you drink 100 oz of it, you’ll
be peeing it. Not good.
C.
Avoid foods that will make you want to drink
more. Snacking while you’re driving
is a great way to stay awake, but when I eat beef jerky, sun flower seeds, and
Gardeto’s I always need to drink more.
Don’t you?
2.
Sometimes
the food you DO eat makes you stop more. My absolute favorite food in the whole world
is spicy Mexican food--the hotter and
spicier, the better. While I was in
Mexico with my husband, finding clean bathrooms you didn’t have to pay for was
very difficult. AND, you had to pay a
separate fee for the TP. Like I am going
to use the toilet without TP?! I didn’t
even want to think about people who didn’t have money to pay for TP. Maybe they had a few tissues in their pockets
like I did when I had to use a cathedral’s restroom-free but no TP.
A.
Spicy foods
B.
Citrus-like orange juice
C.
Tomato-based foods
3.
Concentrate
on something else. As a young girl, I
used to hate it when my mother would tell me to go into the bathroom and try to
go. I would whine and say I didn’t have
to. She would tell me to just think
about it and I could go. Well, there is no
amount of thinking that will get me to GO now.
But there are a few little things that will help me NOT to go.
A.
Reading a book.
B.
Playing a mind-numbing game on my phone.
C.
Talking to someone in the car.
D.
Falling asleep.
4. If you see a rest stop sign, DON’T second-guess yourself. STOP!!! Here
is one of my scenarios: Rick asks me if I need to stop. In my mind, I waffle back and forth thinking,
“Do I? Don’t I? Can I make it? This is
the yucky one with the one-holer and sticky floor. The next one is only 20-miles ahead. Ya, ya, I can make it.” Only to have my bladder give the tell-tale
twinge as the car is speeding by the on-ramp.
Those 20-miles are grueling even when he’s speeding and griping at me
about not pulling over, even though he asked.
Every bump feels like a crater the car is bottoming out in and I just
know I’ll be flooding the front seat as we’re pulling off in the 10 minutes it
takes to drive the 20 miles.
Have a learned my lesson? No. I
still think I can make it. Do I? Yes, but by the skin of my teeth with Rick
dragging me and my bum leg to the women’s (or men’s) restroom. It is SO not worth the stress-his or
mine. So why do I do it?
A.
Positive thinking? Yes.
B.
Pride? Don’t think so.
C.
Not wanting to be a bother? Most definitely.
D.
Want to get to my destination? For sure!
E.
Better,cleaner bathrooms? Sometimes.
Whatever my reasons are I’ve learned to deal with my bladder
issues. I’ve staked out the terrain on
the roadways between my destinations most traveled, so I no longer have to deal
with minimal holers. And if the time
comes where I do travel to uncharted territory, I have my trusty app by my side
to protect me from unsuspecting dancing partners, long lines, and shortages of
paper.