Medical check
Yesterday I had a medical exam in the hospital that time forgot. The whole thing had a dirty cold-war feel to it. Queues of silent people, grimy examination rooms, and equipment that looked at least 100 years old. Most major functions of the body were tested, from hearing and vision, blood pressure and blood test, to poo and pee samples.
To collect the samples, we were given special utensils for retrieval and storage. Amusingly, the urine sample container was actually branded “pee pole”. The faeces sample container came with an elaborate illustrated diagram of how to use it, complete with a cartoon bit of poo, with arms, legs and eyes.
Excretion-on-command is not my forte, and try as I might, I couldn’t squeeze out one tiny little peanut of faeces. With head hung low and a kind of embarrassed smirk on my face, I handed the apparatus back to my supervisor, telling him that I couldn’t do it. He patted me on the back and said “ok Jon”, with the same embarrassed smirk.
The pee test was easy though.
One of the stranger tests in the examination was some kind of cardiogram where they lay you on a bed and attach diodes to various parts of your body, including your head. For a split second my paranoid side told me I was in fact about to receive electro-shock therapy, for some random wrong-doing that I had forgotten about. However, instead of ripping the wires from my body and punching the semi-cute nurse, I just lay there. After a while I was told that it was over. I buttoned up my shirt with a sigh, slightly disappointed that I wasn’t dead.
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