Some of you may remember a doctors appointment I had, that started with what I thought was a very minor issue. Before I knew what had happened the doctor arranged several blood tests and had me up the hospital for a scan and the rest is history.
Since my operation, I have been getting the odd ‘hot sweat’. I’m a bit old for it to be a menopausal symptom, but a bit of fantasy does no harm. Maybe a few little hormones escaped the mass exit from my body and were enjoying themselves in the warmth, before the surgeon whipped everything out.
“I doubt that” said the doctor, bringing me back down to earth and making me feel old again. “We’ll have a blood test done in case it’s your thyroid”.
“Oh not again”, I said. I have gone my whole life free of hospitals and problems and hate the thought that I will inevitably start falling apart now.
“I think we’ll have a urine test done, to rule out another possible problem. It’s very rare, so I doubt it will be positive.”
These tests ring bells for me. It’s basically how my recent hospital ordeal started, all innocent and “I just want to rule things out” tests and look how that ended up!
I was told that my urine containers were ready to be picked up. Containers? plural?
Mo came in with three carrier bags, dumped them on the floor and said, “Here you are. It’s for your pee”
“What?” I said rushing to open one of them to see what on earth was inside. Just look at this! There were three of these.
I rang the surgery to find out how I was actually supposed to do this. It came with instructions, but only for one container. I wanted to know if I had to wait a day between each test.
“There’s only one test.” The woman said. “It’s a 24 hour test”.
“But I have three containers” I said, thinking she didn’t know what she was doing.
“Yes, that’s right” she said. “They give you three in case one or two containers are not enough”.
How much pee do they expect people to do in 24 hours?
After asking her a few more questions, in an attempt at making sure she knew what she was talking about, I put the phone down still a tad confused by the whole thing. Three gallons of pee in one day? I was beginning to think there was something wrong with me. I would have a job trying to half fill one container!
The next day I started my test and I also had the appointment for my blood test. “Have you picked up the containers for your urine test?” The nurse asked me. I said I had and she nodded. “Don’t forget to wait 2 days between each test”
“So there are three separate tests?” I said, feeling smug that I had got it right and the person I spoke to yesterday was an idiot.
“Yes. You must wait 2 days between each of the three tests”.
Thank goodness the nurse was thorough and checked my notes, as opposed to just taking the blood.
Note to self: If unsure of anything, always ask to speak to the doctor.
Three gallons of pee in 24 hours indeed!