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A pull up very mess and wet

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I Just mess e piss my pull up is so stincky and heavy What can I do for enjoy  it the best 

150. Confirmation “Okay,” Dr Lutwa said. “It’s okay. We’re here to find out what’s causing this, right? Don’t panic, just try to keep calm. It’s okay,” Tess didn’t feel the reassurances, as she desperately struggled to clamp down and found that her bladder didn’t respond at all. Her muscles just wouldn’t respond to her commands, like those nerves had been cut off. She imagined this was how it might feel to suffer a spinal injury, and she was sure this time that it must be something wrong with her nerves. She felt just as helpless as she had when Spike had used the hypnotic suggestions to make her lose control; and she couldn’t imagine a mere emotional imbalance having such a profound effect on her. But aside from all the wheels spinning inside her head, she couldn’t think what she needed to do right now. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “It’s okay. Trust me, the cleaners here have seen a lot worse. That’s why the trust pays them more than most places. Just breathe deeply, okay? It’s not your fault, and we’re going to fix this. Now, are you okay to clean yourself up? I’ve got spare clothes here if you need them. It’s only disposable hospital stuff, but good enough for today. There’s a shower at the end of the corridor, if you want to get cleaned up properly. Restore your confidence, yes? Will you need help?” “No,” Tess shook her head, shocked by the idea of needing somebody else to wash her. But she guessed that there were plenty of people in a hospital who couldn’t cope for one reason or another, and it would be nothing new to any of the nurses. No, she didn’t need that kind of help. “I’m okay, just… it came out of nowhere again, I was sure I didn’t need to go. I don’t know how that can happen. I just–” “It’s okay. Get clean first, then we can talk about it.” Tess nodded, the doctor’s firm, clear instructions finally giving her mind something to focus on. One solid intention that she could grab onto and pull herself out of panic. She took a little bottle of liquid soap and a tightly-folded bundle of plastic-wrapped clothes from Dr Lutwa, and followed her directions to the shower cubicle. She took off her soaked trousers and underwear, and after a little hesitation just threw them in the bin. She couldn’t bear carrying them home now, there was too much risk that Gabby or Spike would see. And Tess was sure that she didn’t want to be babied by Gabby now; she didn’t want anyone talking down to her; and even if Spike would have been supportive, she dreaded the thought of telling him what had just happened. She sprayed herself with the shower head, and rubbed at her skin until she was sure there was no trace of pee smell remaining. Then she rubbed herself dry with a towel, which went straight into a laundry chute, and put on her clean pants. They were thin, stiff cotton with a texture more like paper, but they would keep her covered. Even if the design made it clear they had come from a hospital. She would need to change into something more suitable before heading home, but she could cross that bridge when she came to it. If nothing else, she might be able to persuade Adam or one of the other orderlies in Ffrances’s department to give her access to the little cache of spare clothes there. If she could think of some possible explanation. A few minutes later, she was back in Dr Lutwa’s office. She was surprised to see that the floor was already clean, and the only trace of her accident was a faint smell of bleach in the air. The cleaning teams here really were prepared for anything. “Feeling better now?” the doctor asked, and Tess just nodded. “Good. Because the emergency case that was holding us up has been dealt with. The FMRI suite is open now. If you’re feeling up to it, I can explain on the way what I’ll be looking for.” Tess nodded, and a minute later they were striding purposefully along a complex network of corridors, all alike. Somehow the fast pace managed to set Tess at ease more, reminding her of what she had told Spike before. She wasn’t upset now, because she was doing something about it. Even if it was just walking towards an appointment, every step she took brought her just a little closer to a solution. As they walked, Dr Lutwa explained. She talked about a rare neurological condition which could interrupt communication between different parts of the brain. For some people, it might seem that one hand or one leg had a mind of its own, and would lash out for no reason. A tiny part of the motor cortex, with responsibility for a small group of muscles, was cut off from conscious control, and a tiny piece of grey matter, in the absence of signals from the rest of the brain, would act like a miniature brain. There was a complex, technical name which Tess was sure she would never remember, but also a couple of informal names, like “alien hand syndrome”. “Alien bladder syndrome?” Tess said with a sigh. It sounded weird and crazy, but it was the closest thing she had to a reasonable explanation. “It could be,” Dr Lutwa explained. “Though I’ve never heard of this particular presentation before. In this condition, it’s like a piece of the brain is functionally separated, leading to the development of what can be a separate consciousness. Of course, that’s debatable, because such a small sliver of your brain can’t support anything like a whole mind. It would be more like a set of animal instincts. It could be that certain muscles are under the control of the alien part of your mind, which can’t let you know what it’s thinking. And it might be able to ‘capture’ sensory impulses. There are cases, for example, of a man not feeling pain when his alien hand is injured, leading to the hand becoming more and more aggressive in what some doctors hypothesised was an attempt to get his attention. Other people might actually be able to control the rogue limb, but only on an instinctive level. For example, a man who cannot bend his toes on command, but is able to walk normally so long as he doesn’t think about it. This really is a condition which is just barely understood.” “I see,” Tess mumbled, biting her lip a little. “But I never used to have this problem. And it’s not like anything happened that could cause brain damage. I mean…” “I’ll admit, it is rare. Very rare. But it is the only physical condition I know of that could cause you to squirm and fidget without being aware that you are doing so. If there was no external injury, it’s still possible that some cells could have been damaged by an aneurysm – that is, a blood vessel swelling and applying pressure on a specific area of the brain – or even a small stroke. Now, both of those are… Well, I’ve already used the word ‘rare’ in this explanation more times than I can count. But even for someone your age, such problems are not entirely unheard of. In any case, we should rule out the possibilities for which there could be treatment options with medication or surgery. Yes?” “Right,” Tess nodded. She hoped it wouldn’t come to brain surgery; but even that would probably be better than the realisation that she was just a baby, or losing control because of some weird emotional thing. She could imagine that if she had to see Dr Welch, he would start by assuming that her parents didn’t give her enough attention or something like that, which couldn’t be further from the truth. But what else could it mean, if she kept on wetting herself whenever she was in an emotional situation with the boy she loved? It didn’t make any sense at all, no matter which way she tried to think about it. So she would have to accept that there was an answer, but probably not one she would like. “Wait,” she said. “If it’s this… alien limb thing… would it be able to flare up when I’m in an emotional state? I mean, I really can’t imagine something mental feeling so real and so sudden, but… It does seem that so many of the times this has happened…” “We don’t know. If it is that, there’s no way to know what that part of your brain sees. Maybe it can sense your feelings, because it’s getting the same hormones and neurotransmitters as the rest of your brain. Or it might be able to feel other parts of your body, or even what you can see. We just don’t know any way to study that.” Tess listened, and nodded. Some of these possibilities seemed really scary, and she didn’t know now what she was hoping to hear from the test. But then they were there; she could lie back as her head was slid into the giant machine. It was echoey and claustrophobic, but Dr Lutwa’s voice came through a speaker from the next room to keep her calm. The doctor asked a lot of questions, keeping Tess talking while she looked at the screen. It seemed like about twenty minutes, but Tess couldn’t have guessed how long she spent inside that thing. But eventually, she felt movement again and the doctor was helping her up from the table. “So… did you get the scan?” she asked. “Do you need to process it, or…” “I’m sorry, Tess. I was watching your brain activity on the screen in real time. And I couldn’t see any sign of abnormal activity. At this point, I think we will have to conclude that your issues have a psychological basis. This doesn’t make the problems any less real, but you will need to…” Tess had already tuned out. Somewhere deep inside, she thought that she had already known that. No matter how hard it was to believe, there was something wrong in her mind. And she couldn’t trust her own judgement. As she thanked the doctor, and processed the paperwork for being transferred to Dr Welch, she was pretty much in a daze. She couldn’t trust her own judgement. About the only consolation was that she couldn’t get an appointment with the psychiatrist for another two weeks. That gave her plenty of time to discuss with Ffrances how much she needed to say about the hypnosis. And, the part she was really dreading. She would have to tell Spike about the bedwetting, admit that not all of the baby stuff was a consequence of Gabby’s weird obsession. And hope that he was still interested in her.