Ummm...Don't Do That

Today we had a lovely visitor, Lupe, come to take our vitals, blood/urine, and ask us a million questions about our medical history.

Why? Because we are getting life insurance!! Yay :) Really though, I'm super excited. I think, now that I have a kid, and a house, it's really important to have it. I don't want to put a financial burden on ANYONE should something, unlikely, happy to one or both of us.

She takes our weight/height. She asks us about 50 or so questions. Things are going great. She then takes my blood, puts it in the vials and labels them.

Then she asks for a urine sample and I SWEAR she says "fill it up to here" and points at the very top. I go into the bathroom and somehow manage with everything I have, to fill up that little bottle. I come back out, tiptoeing, because it is so close to spilling everywhere.

Lupe gives me a funny look and takes it over the sink and fills up two TINY vials. Then she asks me to dispose of the rest. It's Ike's turn now and she tells him to just fill it up to the very first line(about an inch) and bring it back. At this point I am mortified.

Please, those of you reading, let this be a lesson. For ANY kind of urinalysis, they only need about an inch of pee. Total. If you walk out with a steamy cup full of it. They probably will think you are crazy too.

Anyway...sorry if this is too gross for you, but I had to share. :D