Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Oh Poopers! It's That Time Again

I can't put it off any longer. Sadly.

Upon getting up to leave after a pleasant and innocuous consultation with my friendly doctor last month, she advised me that I couldn't get away so easily. And she handed me a little package.

Yes, Virginia: it is time for my annual poop test. Sigh. (Sorry to abuse your moniker once again, Ginny)

I pretty well have it down to a science now, but it wasn't always so. Actually, Sue developed the procedure and has to remind me how best to do it every time that I have to repeat the process ... because I am forgetful.

As I said, we have figured it out, but the first time was somewhat of a trial. I wrote about it soon after I started blogging: many years ago now. Below, is my humourous account. At least it was intended to be funny, and I hope you find it so if it is new to you. (For I think I have reposted it a few times since then.)

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Getting My Shit Together 
December 05 2004

When one reaches a certain age, the medical establishment becomes inordinately interested in his bowels. Therefore, after my annual physical examination last week, I was sent home with a Hemoccult Test Kit. What this means in plainspeak, is that, after following various dietary prescriptions and proscriptions over the duration of several days, I am to port three samples of my shit to the medical lab.

I don't know about about you, but I am not predisposed to embrace such a daunting task with hearty enthusiasm. So, it is with some reluctance that I prepared to collect my first specimen last night.

I began to follow instruction one: "Using a ballpoint pen, write your name, age, address, phone number, and your physician [sic] name on the front of the slides in the spaces provided."

Sound easy to you? Me too. Problem one: the whole 'form' is about the size of a matchbook. In fact, the container is built much like a matchbook. You lift the cover, put your samples inside (two dabs from each of three stool collections), and close the cover. That doesn't amount to a huge amount of space in which to pen the vital statistics demanded by the laboratory authorities, not to mention the date and time, which they later appended in instruction two (to follow shortly). Generally, this would barely cause me pause as I have a reasonable facility for writing or printing small characters: to the extent that others frequently remark on this facility of mine as they ask me to pass the magnifying glass.

I do, however, find it difficult to write on glossy, highly-polished surfaces. Even my trusty space pen — the one that will write in space, over butter, underwater, and upside down — all at the same time! — was not up to the task. Neither was any other pen in the house. After much sticktoitiveness, accompanied by much colourful language, I managed to accomplish the task. A lot of blotching occurred, but with a good interpreter or five, they should be able to read my matchbook data.

On to instruction two: "Before bowl movement, fill in sample collection date and time on first slide. Flush toilet and allow it to refill. Let stool fall into clean, dry collection container, before it contacts toilet bowl water." Did you get that? Flush the toilet, and then shit into a dry container — a container, not the toilet! Does this cause you the same puzzlement that it caused me? Why are we to be so fastidious about flushing the toilet when we are not, directly, to use it?

Mercifully for you, I shall cease my narrative at this point. Might I point out, however, that at no point did I find this to be an amusing and fun-filled task? I am beginning to discover that getting old is not for the faint of heart. However, it beats the alternative.

But you know what? Yesterday was still a good day, regardless (read previous blog): a day well worth the living. And let it be said by no one that AC doesn't give a shit, for he most certainly does — for those who ask politely, at least.

8 comments:

Donna said...

We definitely have a "plumber" theme going on here...Hahahaaa
Fun post...Good luck with...the "other"!
hughugs

Mara said...

Flush toilet and then poop somewhere else? Yes, that does sound strange. However, trying to collect from (albeit clean) toilet water I guess...

TexWisGirl said...

good for you.

The Chicken's Consigliere said...

maybe it's in case you drop the container in the water while you are attempting to make your deposit?

Hilary said...

Chicken beat me to the plunge.. er punch. Good for you (and Sue) for following through. I know someone who routinely ignores the requisitions.

Beatrice P. Boyd said...

Seems this topic is down the toilet, almost.

Gail Dixon said...

Oh, dear, this sounds like a most unpleasant task. I don't think our medical establishment trusts the American public enough to send off our feces in the mail ourselves. That is weird and wild "stuff." Ha!

Regenia said...

Must be a worldwide thing; that sometimes people who write "technical" instructions never check to see if those instructions make any sense whatsoever.