Taking the Piss Out of Myself

It is no secret that I have been batting ill health as of late, culiminating in me being X-rayed last night for suspected pneumonia, and a series of blood tests this morning.

 

After arriving at the clinic this morning, a male nurse handed me a cup and asked me to provide a sample. What he had actually requested was a phlegm sample, but his thick Russian accent, combined with my malady-induced lack of concentration, conspired to produce a misunderstanding of sorts.

 

A few minutes later, I proudly placed the urine-filled cup on his desk. The look of horror in the nurse’s eyes was enough for me to realize that I had made a terrible mistake. I promptly took another container and got it right the second time around.

 

I do not know whether or not the nurse took it personally, interpreting my initial mistake as a deliberate prank or challenge to his authority. But what I do know is that he was not all that gentle when he stuck the needle in to my vein to draw blood a few minutes later.

About the Author

An Australian immigrant to Israel, Aussie Dave has been blogging since early 2003.

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  1. Anonymous says:

    Dave, may HaShem bless you with new health and a million more children and a long life of happiness in Israel. I have read a lot of stuff on the internet, but this post has touch me to depths never before. All the best to you. I will be in Israel this summer and would enjoy very much a visit with you and Marty Roberts.

    -Max L http://www.nicejewishboy.net

  2. Anonymous says:

    Thanks for the kind words, Max. I wouldn’t call the post touching though..perhaps moving movement is a better word…

    Will be glad to meet up with you when you are here, if my schedule permits.

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