I wonder what they thought: “did she not go before she started? She couldn’t hold her bladder for 45 minutes?” The reality is I’m not someone who can hold my bladder for an hour these days. But I couldn’t help but think about the other women at the shop who could all hear what happened. She was waiting outside the bathroom for me and guided me back to the table. I can only be grateful I didn’t wet myself all over the table. The humiliation (and pain!) of it all is just not worth it. I will *definitely* wear a pull-up to my next appointment. My poor bladder was not prepared for this terrible holding task. She took my arm and walked me all the way into the bathroom and right in front of the toilet like a little toddler. I was also so embarrassed and kept apologizing and laughing about the situation. I told her I didn’t think I could wait and she giggled and said, “you need to keep your eyes closed, so I could walk you to the bathroom.” I was so relieved. I was also trying not to move as she was working so close to my eyes. It’s a strange feeling to be laid out on your back while super desperate. I was starting to get those spasms in my bladder and I was horrified that I might lose control right on the table. Of course, 6 minutes later I piped up again and asked how long it had been. I gave her a thumbs up and quickly assured her that’d be no problem. Is there anyway we could take a break?” She replied that she was almost done with the first part of the treatment and asked if I could wait 11 minutes. How would I make it 40 more minutes? Would we be done in an hour? I quickly realized I would pee on the table before the hour was up, so I piped up so timidly and said, “okay I know this is terrible but I have to pee so badly. The ache started to turn into pain and I began to feel a little panicked. It reminded me of when I had an abdominal MRI and almost had an accident on the machine. It started as a dull ache in my bladder that made me wish I had put on a pull-up that day. It’s somewhat uncomfortable because it’s an unnatural feeling to have things glued to your eyelids.īut not nearly as uncomfortable as the intense desperation I felt about 20 minutes after lying down. What happens during an eyelash treatment is that you’re laying on your back on a table and the lash technician (mine was so sweet and pretty) puts things on your eyes so that you *cannot* open them. I made sure to go to the bathroom at the cafe and then again right before we got started on the treatment. It was so brutally hot out that I chugged a glass of ice tea right before my appointment. This is a story I would have only told my old partner in the past and I feel I want to let it out somewhere, so here it goes, tumblr: I was getting my eyelashes done this afternoon, which is about an hour and a half experience.
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