Read day 1 below first
After a day of peeing into a bright orange jug and not hearing the sound of flushing, I got up early again today to go down to the same collection center that turned me away yesterday. I got there 5 minutes early and stood patiently with my jug-o-pee in the hallway. I could see people inside rummaging around and it hit 7:00 am, their posted opening time.
Then it got to be 7:05.
Finally, at 7:10 a young lady opened the door and was very apologetic for making me wait. I entered and signed in as the first client of the day. The receptionist asked if I had my "urine container" and, unlike yesterday, I gleefully held up my jug-o-pee and said "Yep!" She then told me to take a seat.
So there I was. Me, the jug-o-pee, and one of those health videos playing in the waiting room. Did you know the average American eats 19 pounds of apples per year? Yeah, I didn't care either.
5 more minutes went by and I could see that there were 3 different employees present, yet there I still sat as their only customer. They've been open for 15 minutes now, supposedly, and I ordinarily wouldn't care except for the jug-o-pee. It makes me nervous to have it sitting there next to me. If someone came in, would they ask me what it was? How would I phrase that? I hoped I didn't have to find out.
As I was having that thought, 4 women of varying ages came in together. They said hello to me and I gave them a hesitant, "Hi" with a smile in return. Another 5 minutes went by and thankfully, nobody asked me about my container. Finally, I got called to the back for the blood draw.
"You don't look happy to be here," was what the phlebotomistgreeted me with. Hello? It's not even 7:30 am yet and I've been waiting for 20 minutes with my jug-o-pee. "Well," I said in return trying to pin down my reasoning for being a bit sour faced, "it is my second day in a row here."
"Yeah, but today you got in," she replied, as if pointing out I had to come down twice was supposed to make me feel better. I have good veins, so it was pretty quick work for the blood part. As she stuck the 5th tube into the needle-thing, she said, "I'm going to need some urine from you today."
Puzzled, I grumpily said, "Not enough in the jug for ya?"
She wasn't amused. "That sample has to stay sealed, but I need some more for a different test your Doctor wants."
Among the instructions on the paperwork they gave me the previous day said to empty my bladder before I brought in the jug and, unlike the refrigeration instruction they told me to ignore, I followed that one. As a result, I wasn't sure I could go. There's nothing worse than that pressure of having to go in the cup when you don't have to go. After filling a jug for a day and being flushless, I really didn't need that added to my morning.
"Are you sure you can't just pour some out of the jug? It can't make that big a difference," I tried to argue.
"No," she insisted as she removed the needle and gave me a cotton ball for my arm, "it has to be new. The bathroom is down the hall to your left."
Fortunately, I mustered the reserve to put some in the cup. Not much, but enough to satisfy her. Phlebotomist are among the people you really shouldn't argue with. Barbers are another. Both can really mess up your day if you tick them off.