Wednesday, 21 December 2011

gold, frankincense and erm...

My phone rang at 8.32 this morning.
"Hello, Illanare," said the voice of Indie Nurse.  "Patient X is here.  She's brought in her urine sample."
I was so busy enjoying my first sips of peppermint mocha and being glad that Patient X had arrived early that I didn't notice that Indie Nurse's voice was at an unusually high register.  I trotted over to the clinic and was stopped in my tracks by what sat proudly on the counter.
A week ago I had given Patient X a sample pot to take home with her.  We all know what they look like, don't we?

Patient X brought one of these in instead:
1.5 litres.  Full.
Apparently I hadn't been clear enough.  When I said "come back in a week, with your first sample of the morning", Patient X thought I had meant "come back one morning with a week's worth of first samples".

3 comments:

  1. Yuck oh yuck... I hated handling urine and blood, even when they came in the proper containers. I assume you had to throw away the whole thing in the biohazard bin, there's no way that thing was just an early morning sample.

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