On the Beat

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.