Very Uncomfortable.About five years ago I had to go to the hospital for some tests on my bladder.
Without going into any unnecessary details, one of the tests had to be performed while my bladder was full.
For the convenience of the urologist, and probably economical reasons as well, six of us were scheduled to have this test on the same morning.
The final stage of the test involved a procedure that took about five minutes,
and found all five of us patients waiting with full bladders outside the relevant medical room.
We had gone through each stage of the testing in alphabetical order, and now we had to wait to empty our bladders in the same order.
I was fourth on the list, and as we settled down to wait for the urologist to see us we were suffering various degrees of discomfort. I would say that mine was medium to bad to begin with.
It was about ten minutes before the first of us was seen. Those of us still waiting engaged in small talk and a few off colour jokes to take our minds off of our discomfort.
By the time the first guy came out, some of the other four were shifting about in considerable discomfort, particularly the old chap who came after me. He was seventy five. Too old I thought to have to go through such stress.
Because this was an outpatient appointment we were allowed to be accompanied. The old chap had his wife, sister in law and grown up daughter with him. I as usual was on my own.
One procedure later, and the old chap was showing signs of real stress.
The second guy was soon in and out, but by now the old chap was almost in tears, and his daughter had gone off to see if things could be sped up.
The third guy who was the youngest and had joked about how he was used to having a full bladder during nights out boozing with his mates, and certainly appeared to be in the least discomfort. However he didn't hesitate to jump up now that it was his turn.
While he was being seen, the daughter came back to report that nothing could be done. At this news the old chap actually began to cry. It seemed a very cruel system to me.
I was next, and by this time my discomfort was bordering on unbearable, but not quite. I opened the door to the treatment room, and was greeted by a friendly, middle aged nurse. I immediately asked her if it would be possible for the urologist to see the old chap before me. She said
it would, if I really didn't mind waiting. I said I didn't and quickly turned and left the room. The nurse accompanied me with her clipboard and called for the old chap to go straight in.
Needless to say, the three relatives were all over me with thanks, and gratitude.
Despite my extreme discomfort, I couldn't imagine not giving up my place.
AlmostAristotle 61-65, M 7 Responses 6 Jul 30, 2012