Mood: fufufu~
It’s not that they found out something weird and nasty about me. I just kind of failed at it.
The nurse gave me a sample container for my urine. So I took it and was led to the comfort room / collection area. I closed the door and looked for a sink to wash my hands. And apparently, the laboratory didn’t think it was necessary for people to wash their hands when getting a urine sample.
You would probably wish you didn’t read this entry when I tell you that of course I sprayed all over the bottle AND my hand holding the bottle. What else could I do? It’s not like I can grab and aim like guys do. Ugh. Oh yeah I forgot to tell you guys, there was no tissue in the comfort room either! YAY!
So after wiping my hands clean with the boyfriend’s hanky (I didn’t return it of course LOL) I proceeded to the next step. Getting my blood sample. It was a relatively short and sweet affair with the needle so I guess it was kind of okay. I was still cringing with how my hand probably smelled like so I couldn’t concentrate on the pain.
And then…
… the physical examination.
I’m sure we all have our own physical exam horror stories and I’m sure a lot of those are far worse than mine. I’m talking about my own sorta fail story. So I followed her obediently and stripped naked. She asked me to bend over. So I did. She asked me to stand straight. So I did. Then she asked me to bend over again, lower this time. SO I DID.
Then she told me “Pakibukas ng pwet”
touch it?
