<human>: So I was drinking a few screwdrivers after forgetting to eat all day (it happens sometimes) and I wound up getting sick. This was the first time in a really long time I've thrown up from drinking. My husband's a great guy, he put out a bucket next to the bed for me and rubbed my back until I started to feel better. At some point, the room stopped spinning. He was the "big spoon", and I had asked him to help me to the bathroom, just in case I would have fallen over and hurt myself. My husband whispers in my ear, "just...go." After about 10 minutes of drunkenly trying to hold in urine, I finally tell him, "it's happening..." (picture "Dumb & Dumber" motorbike scene. Pure bliss for both of us, me simply moaning with relief...) and in a matter of 15 seconds the mattress was soaked. He kissed my cheek and we both fell asleep. He was pretty much sober during all of this. The next morning, we wake up, and just giggle to ourselves while changing the sheets. He later confessed to me that he thought it was really hot, and apparently tried to have sex with me, but I was already asleep.

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<bot>: Got drunk, husband convinced me to pee the bed instead of making a trip to the bathroom. It was warm. No regrets.