A few years back now I was diagnosed with an H. Pylori infection. For those fortunate enough not to be familiar with the microscopic bastards in question, they're bacteria that have found a way to live in stomach acid. As tiny parasites, alone they're irrelevant, but when they gather in large numbers they can cause discomfort and nausea. Much like the Tea Party.
Typically this is a simple infection to clear up with a shout of antibiotics. Unfortunately, two things prohibit this for me -
1: I'm allergic to pretty much all of the effective antibiotics
2: I'd just as soon not have my throat swell shut and die.
I ended up having to spend three weeks taking seventeen lesser antibiotics every single friggin' day - by the end of which I was actively hoping to be killed by falling airplane waste.
So as you might imagine, I was less than thrilled to discover recently that chronic stomach issues might be a recurrence of the same thing.*
*The other options are Ulcer, Gall Bladder failure, and imminent Alien protrusion. It's a crap shoot at this point.
First they sent me in for an ultrasound, which appears to have eliminated both gall bladder and Alien (although not definitively). To determine the presence of H. Pylori required some labwork. Which meant delivering unto them a sample. Of poo.
Friends, there is no casual way to hand a stranger a small vile of your own poo.
It simply cannot be done.
Even amongst the closet of friends such an exchange can be difficult. For example, apparently such a thing is not an appropriate Christmas gift...
Here then, because I am super helpful, are some suggestions for making your poo handoff come out just a little more smoothly.
-The 'Drop and Run'.
A variation of 'Look, what's that on fire over there', followed by dropping your kids off at the pool and running for dear life - the most crucial part of successfully achieving this one is to have your sample clearly labelled. Otherwise you don't get any credit for it and end up having to do the whole thing overt again.
-The 'High Five'
What clinic receptionist wouldn't be pleasantly surprised to get a perky morning High Five? Sure, He (or she) might be a little disconcerted by discovering a sample of fecal matter left in their hand afterwards, but I bet they'd be so amused by the whole thing that they'd totally just laugh it off.
For bonus points you could try the 'Up High. Down Low. Straight Through. Here's Poo'
-The 'Really Cool Bartender'
This requires that the receptionist has a really log (and relatively slick) counter and that they are sitting at one end of it. Careful not to overshoot, or you'll again have to start over. The bonus part however is that if you pull it off correctly you never have to get particularly close to them, and how often can you say that about someone holding your feces?
-The 'Owning It'
Walk in and calmly announce in a loud and confident voice, 'I am here to drop off a sample of my own feces. Which I have personally collected within the requested time frame and secured in the provided container. Take my feces, and do what tests you will. For I am comfortable with this, our interaction.'
That look she will give you? That look is respect.