Well, well, well. Just when you think you have done all the medically embarrassing things that can be done they throw another into the picture, Having two children was nothing really. I can't say I minded strange men looking at my private girl and make assumptions about her. "Oh yeah, that baby will fit through there!". My body is my NOT a garage and this sure isn't your sports cars and you had better find a way to get this baby out and GeT Me A DaMn EPidURal WhiLE YOu"re AT it Or I will RIp off YouR ArMS ofF! (at this point my head spins in continuous revolutions until an get epidural)
No this way nothing like that but It was the description of it. Because of this ongoing tachycardia I am going through several dozen tests. The one I am speaking about has a clinical name but I will call it "Pissing in a big orange jug for 24 hours". And get this, the doctor thought I could just do it while at work! Sure. Shared staff bathroom. Large Orange Jug between the toilet and wall. Or worse, leaving at the end of the day and carrying the thing out sloshing. There are just some things I will not do. And if you knew the men I work with! They would probably think it was a new urinal and use it! So I will be waiting for my day off and staying home that day. I am not carrying that Goliath anywhere. Worst case scenario. It is a little too heavy and I drop it. KeRRRRplloosh! Urine everywhere, There are some things you just can't explain away.