You know you have issues when you find it to much of a chore to drag your beer soaked carcass off the soiled bed to go to the washroom. Laying there in pain, sharp icicle piss needles jabbing away at your bladder. Having to piss so bad your breath smells like a urinal mint. Thoughts in the back of your head wondering if you can do permanent damage by not draining your bladder. Wondering if you could fit into a childs diaper because adult diapers would be to embarrassing to purchase. Actually getting mad at your body for doing its job. However long you hold out you can never win the race. It will either start leaking out or you will succumb to defeat, a slow plodding barefooted walk to the toilet kinda defeat.