Taking the Piss

[rhythmaning]

I had a hospital appointment today. Way back in July, my doctor referred me to the local hospital for some tests. (Good thing it wasn’t urgent; though I guessed myself I wasn’t dying, when I didn’t die.)
Amongst these was a urine test: so they needed me to take them a sample. Without giving me a sample bottle – instead, they recommended taking the sample along in a small bottle.

I was at a loss; I don’t keep small bottles at home. In the end, I took an empty coke bottle, rinsed it out a few times, and used that.

This meant that I had to carry a coke bottle half full of urine to work – and this made me feel very uncomfortable. There was no way that anyone could mistake this for coke, and I kept it hidden away (the things men have to put in their brief cases!), but still – I did feel a bit weird carrying my bodily fluids around – outside of my body.

I was early to the hospital, and sat playing sodoku for forty five minutes, holding tight onto my sample, which a nurse removed from me tight grip.

Fortunately, the doctor declared that there was absolutely nothing wrong with me, which was what I thought anyway, my symptoms disappearing sometime in August as mysteriously as they had appeared.

Comments

[frankie-ecap.livejournal.com]

I was early to the hospital, and sat playing sodoku for forty five minutes, holding tight onto my sample, which a nurse removed from me tight grip.

This is a very graphic visual image which made me laugh much more than it should have, given how uncomfortable you must have felt.

[(Anonymous)]

Well I am glad that there's nothing wrong with you...

It is interesting though, and something I've often pondered. We're so disgusted by things once they leave our body, forgetting that these items have been sitting inside of us for so long.

Richard. http://weblog.brunton.org.uk