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As I was holding the tightly sealed plastic cup containing said sample and riding the elevator back from the nearest washroom, the quote from my intro text was going through my head over and over like the few bars of a bad, but catchy, pop song. A lollipop to whomever guesses where it's from. (It should be real easy for a few of you, I'm sure)
I gratefully handed the cup off to the receptionist who whisked it away for whatever purpose they needed it for, and started filling out my particulars in the form on the clipboard she handed me. By the time I had completed my portion of the form she had returned, declaring that I had passed the urine tests, and would I be willing to pay now such that she might be able to get out of the office sooner? (My appointment was at the end of the day) I agreed, and by the time I had rummaged through my wallet for and had managed to properly remember how to write a cheque, the Doctor appeared, and was now ready to see me. The exam itself wasn't terribly exciting but fairly detailed: a few questions on family history, prior injuries and illnesses, smoking/drinking habits, allergies, and current ailments. Blood pressure. Balance, mobility and co-ordination tests (the first and only time I've been through the "close your eyes touch your nose with your right hand" business), Height and weight measurement, all orifices above the neck peered into, chest and heart listened to, eyes checked for acuity, binocular vision and colour blindness, and finally making sure my irises respond correctly. Through the course of this I found out that:
The next entry should have some real flying in it, I promise.
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