A Waste Of Perfectly Good Pee
I go to an urgent care, concerned that I have a UTI. The medical assistant is going through the basic list of questions.
Medical Assistant: “Have you had any surgeries?”
Me: “Yes, I had a rhinoplasty and a hysterectomy.”
Medical Assistant: “Full or partial hysterectomy?”
Me: “Partial; I have my ovaries, but I no longer have a uterus.”
A few questions later…
Medical Assistant: “And when was your last menstrual cycle?”
I look at her uninterrupted for ten seconds. She blinks at me, unaware.
Me: “I… no… longer have a uterus.”
Medical Assistant: “I’m so sorry. It goes through my head automatically.”
Me: “No problem.”
Later on, I looked at the results of my urinalysis. First line: “HCG: negative.”
That’s right — they gave me a pregnancy test.
A Waste Of Perfectly Good Pee
I go to an urgent care, concerned that I have a UTI. The medical assistant is going through the basic list of questions.
Medical Assistant: “Have you had any surgeries?”
Me: “Yes, I had a rhinoplasty and a hysterectomy.”
Medical Assistant: “Full or partial hysterectomy?”
Me: “Partial; I have my ovaries, but I no longer have a uterus.”
A few questions later…
Medical Assistant: “And when was your last menstrual cycle?”
I look at her uninterrupted for ten seconds. She blinks at me, unaware.
Me: “I… no… longer have a uterus.”
Medical Assistant: “I’m so sorry. It goes through my head automatically.”
Me: “No problem.”
Later on, I looked at the results of my urinalysis. First line: “HCG: negative.”
That’s right — they gave me a pregnancy test.