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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.

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David Lange

A law school graduate, David Lange transitioned from work in the oil and hi-tech industries into fulltime Israel advocacy. He is a respected commentator and Middle East analyst who has often been cited by the mainstream media
Picture of David Lange

David Lange

A law school graduate, David Lange transitioned from work in the oil and hi-tech industries into fulltime Israel advocacy. He is a respected commentator and Middle East analyst who has often been cited by the mainstream media
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