Why does D wait for the worst possible timing?

So I was at work today, had a great, relaxing morning. Everyone was happy, getting along, cheerful, etc. We have more staff until around 2:30, then we're down to about 2 technologists, and innevitably, that's when the s#*t hits the fan. So the afternoon today was actually kinda slow. I bring my Kindle to work every day, and today actually had enough time to finish a book, read email, and sit around. Low and behold the grumblings begin.....and the patients start showing up. So between xraying people, I'm fitting in the quickest potty breaks I can. It also never fails that when you really need to run to the bathroom, someone wants to tell you their life story, and you have to politely cut a conversation really short.

I just wonder why it is. It's like my body has it in for me....grumble, grumble "see if you can hold this in and finish your patient...ha ha ha" says the belly.

Cruel disease, that's why it happens...it's the ugly nature of the beast!!

:)

I KNOW. I don't understand it...it must just be some sort of psychological thing. I mean I'd like to think so, but it really does seem like you're fine until something really important comes along and then you have to say ten times an hour "sorry, restroom."
Fitzy's idea is a pretty good one...I've thought a lot about what you would say in these kinds of situations...because in some jobs you know customers want what they order yesterday. Heaven forbid your body perform its natural, albeit excessive in our case, functions.