40 Ounces of Water

I went to the lab for blood work today, and it was poppin' up in there!
When I gave my doctor's script to the staff member that registers the tests, she mishandled the urine sample part of the procedure. That would have been okay except I went to the restroom before I got in the line to have my blood drawn.  The tech wondered why the lady out front didn't give me a specimen cup, and I couldn't get in the blood draw line. I was then asked to drink more water and return to the waiting room until something happened re: my urine sample. Fortunately, I'd had 20 ounces of water on the way to the lab. (Hey, I couldn't eat  because it was also a fasting test, so the water kind of kept me full for awhile.)
The idea of staying at the lab any longer than necessary prompted me to drink 4 more 5-ounce cups in rapid succession before I returned  to the waiting room. During that time, a patient felt the registration lady had been curt with her, so she told her off and left. An 11 year-old boy showed out during his blood draw. We could hear him screaming bloody murder.  His mom was so embarrassed. We could hear a cute little 3 year-old whimper a little, but came she came out with a lollipop and dried tears. One man said he hadn't heard his name called, so he'd been waiting too long. They let him get into the blood draw line. Ten minutes later, I was ready, so I requested my specimen cup and followed procedure. Soon after, my blood draw was completed and I was ready to leave. On the way out, a young lady with special needs was sitting on the floor, loudly refusing to let her escort take her into the room with the needles.
I didn't make this up, but it would be an interesting scene for one of my writing chapters...
Smiles,
Sylvia
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