Probation

Monday:
Awake for some ungodly reason at 5:30 a.m.
NO COFFEE.
Late to work due to eerie fog everywhere I tried to drive.
Recieved numerous phone calls reminding me to drink 32 ounces of water at 10:15 a.m.
Drank 32 ounces of water at 10:17 a.m.

Held it.
Held it.

Went in for a pelvic ultrasound at 11:15 a.m.
(still holding)
The ultrasound tech was 14 ... okay, 17.
She was very blonde and business-like - I felt like I was in the original version of Solaris; lots of white surfaces and language I couldn't really understand.
Except for this: "Ooookay, slight pressure as I introduce the probe."

I have never cared for the word 'probe', and nothing that happened next
made me change my mind.