I recently had my full physical examination from the doctor. All is well, although one comment from the nurse threw me a little. "We need a urine sample. Take this cup to the bathroom and hold it under the urine stream." Had she used 'your' in place of 'the', I might not had noticed. As a result, while I peed, I imagined being under the urine stream as a happy place, a fairytale land with dew-lit butterflies and gamboling elves. Perhaps even a poem. Under the Urine Stream, by Walt Whitman. Rime of the Ancient Uriner, by Coleridge. And why…
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