An Urinary Confusion

I received a letter yesterday morning, telling me I have a doctor's appointment the very next day, and to bring a urine sample with me.

I spent the bulk of the day deciding what to bring the urine sample in... a 2 litre milk jug (they didn't specify how much)? A glass olive jar (but would that contaminate the sample)? Joel's travel mug (he declined my request to borrow it)?

Someone suggested a thermos. Alas, I left my thermos in Seattle. And oh, how I do miss it.

Joel thought a boda bag would be ideal.

Someone else said their friend had a stash of the urine sample containers at home. It was too late to take that opportunity (And what kind of friend keeps stashes of those anyway?).

In the end, I decided the best container for my urine was my bladder itself. I decided to go with it full (it always is anyway).

Upon asking, the doctor's office said that they didn't actually need a urine sample; the letter was in fact a form letter.

Woo hoo, I kept my urine sample to myself. Now I store my urine samples in this porcelain container in our loo.

(What a freakin' weirdo form letter!)