I knew my doctor would order blood work. I saw that coming. Yes, I know it's routine. As a preemptive strike, I fasted before my medical appointment, so I wouldn't have to go back for the blood work. Easy. I finished with the doctor on the second floor. Next stop: the first floor lab. After a quick jab, I was out the door.
Life is not without complications. The doctor also wanted a urine sample. I didn't have to go! We skipped that and rescheduled for Monday afternoon, right after work. I didn't have to go all the way to the lab in the same building as my doctor. I could drop by the lab a just couple of miles from home.
Sounds like a plan!
I drank my body weight in Diet Pepsi while I was at the office Monday morning. Water, too. I came tearing in to the lab's parking lot at 12:40, twenty minutes before my appointment. My bladder couldn't hold another drop.
Imagine my horror when I saw the sign on the door: the lab staff would be out to lunch until 1 pm. I had to hold it!
In case I couldn't, there were several stores and restaurants within running distance. Fate smiled on me. The old bladder can still get the job done.
The lab reopened at exactly 1 pm, and I jumped out of my car, bolting for the lab's door.
I was doing the "I really have to pee" dance as the attendant asked all the required questions. I asked her to hurry up because I really had to go. I was never as happy as I was when she handed me the cup.
I could have filled a dozen of them.
At least, I don't have to go through that ordeal for another six months.
