Why am I so afraid of getting in trouble?

A short story about my bladder, wanting to be a good girl and an eventful trip to Homerton hospital

The other day, I was cycling to Homerton hospital with approximately 3.259 pints of water in me. I’d had some weird vaginal irregularities and so was having them checked out - everything is fine, this essay isn’t about that. I’d jumped through many hoops and waited ages for this appointment and the NHS covid-backlog is scary, but again, this isn’t about…