In my ongoing quest to figure out the best way to manage my osteoporosis, I had an appointment with an endocrinologist. She ordered blood tests of all sorts, plus a 24 hour urine collection to look at my calcium levels and such.
That sounded like a good time.
For this test I was given a big orange jug and a white plastic “hat” that was to go on the toilet to catch my output and transfer it to said jug. Careful instructions were given to keep the jug refrigerated and to not go directly into the jug. Got it.
I planned to do this little project on Sunday, figuring I’d do chores around the house and stay close to my refrigerated receptacle. Then I would hit the lab first thing in the morning and proudly present my yield to the lab tech.
Well, the weekend this was planned coincided with the opening weekend of deer season. We had a great time on Saturday, but did not fill our tag. Merl knows of my Sunday plans, but on Sunday morning he says, “Hey, how about we get an ice chest to put your jug in and go hunting?” I enthusiastically responded, “Heck yes!”
I told Merl, “There are very few men that would say ‘Honey grab your jug and let's go hunting’ and very few women that would be excited and willing to do so!” Just another example of how we’re meant for each other!
I opted for a red solo cup instead of the cumbersome “hat” as my vessel of choice to capture what I would produce out in the woods. We sang the “Red Solo Cup” song with our own custom lyrics, and no, we didn’t get a deer, just lots and lots of laughs.
P.S. All my results came back normal. My doc emailed me, “All your tests are within normal ranges. Let me know if you have any questions.” Well, yes, I do. Now what?
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