This man never failed to amaze me. ‘Then, just like that, she was gone.’ I was afraid to ask. But luckily, I didn’t have to. ‘A brain aneury...m. She was only 30.’ I wanted to say I was sorry. But I’d heard it from so many people, and to me, it meant nothing. Of course they were sorry. There wasn’t anything else they could say. So I said nothing. I reached across the table and took his hand. He was looking off toward the wall. ‘I loved her so much, Sydney.’ ‘I know, Eric.’ His face softened.. Her best course of action was to get transferred to the night shift even if it cut into her nocturnal agenda on the party-hard circuit. She was into the new routine almost two weeks now and still "learning the ropes" of nighttime hospital activities. She had 6 nurses under her. Well, perhaps not "under her" but they did make visible effort to adhere to her guidelines. Only one of the female nurses was what could be considered "pretty". Her name was Bettina. Everyone called her Nurse Betty.. A.I did feel lied to and used. Pissed off. Mightily pissed off. And mystified. But mostly just wanting to get the hell out of there.I sat back down on the cot and brooded. Sulked. Felt sorry for myself. Felt extremely sorry for myself. Got tired of feeling sorry for myself. Finally, I began examining my options.The room had no windows. No phone, of course. The very solid-looking hardwood door would not open. There was no furniture, other than the cot, and its riveted metal frame would not. I drove downtown & started window shopping; I had a big water bottle with me, guzzling water. I could feel my bladder filling FAST & was so excited at the anticipation... I really wanted to have an "accident" on a public street but I was too chicken to. I passed numberous coffee shops & retail department stores that had bathrooms but I ignored them on purpose as my bladder filled up to the max. I'd try walking "normal" but I don't know how well that looked. When I was near the bursting point, i.