Following some blood tests earlier in the year and then a follow-up consultation with a… er, consultant, I was asked to produce a urine specimen.
“Make sure you capture every drop, over a 24 hour period” said the nurse in the Pathology lab, as she handed me the ‘bottle’.
Now, I do have the bladder of a small child, so it didn’t take long for it to fill up.
And at three-thirty this morning, on one of my regular nightly perambulations to the bathroom – this time with bottle in tow – I had to abort filling the vessel and resort to using the regular lavatory.
My cup runneth over, so to speak.
The nurse raised an eyebrow as I handed it over, this morning. “Well, I think we have enough here”, she said.
“You’ll find it’s mainly made of tea”, I said, as I strode off to find the nearest public convenience.
According to the bottle it is taking the ISS.
Indeed. It’s a proper ISS pot.
Well at least you’ve got a pot to iss in 🙂
OK, you can all stop taking the… er, mick, now.
It is good to visit this place as you can talk about ‘iss & at all of the time.
I won’t take the iss out of you, Masher. I’m a lot more considerate with my punches.
Apparently, they did test random piss pots for British tea as our imbibing of the good ole cuppa (instead of water) is starting to effect the good ole British kidney!
Maybe you’re onto something.