GI-PA wanted me to do some stool samples. No problem, I've done them a million times. I'm totally not grossed out by poop. After all, it is pretty much my whole world. Philosophically speaking I poop, therefore I am. So after the appointment with her I ventured to the lab where they would take my blood and give me the specimen cups. The lab tech had the sense of humor of a rock. I tried making one joke after another and then finally said, "You know, when you have to go through this it helps to have a sense of humor." She agreed but still never cracked that first smile. Off day maybe?
Then she handed me the specimen cups. "It would help if you could go right into the container." She said this completely straight faced.
I actually managed to respond without laughing: "Really? Yea, I'm sorry, I'm gonna need one of those hat things please."
Then she handed me the specimen cups. "It would help if you could go right into the container." She said this completely straight faced.
I actually managed to respond without laughing: "Really? Yea, I'm sorry, I'm gonna need one of those hat things please."
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