The poop Dilemma
You want what from me?
I knew this day would come. I didn’t think it would be that big of deal until we actually had to do it. What you ask? Provide a stool sample. What for? to get a health card to work in a restaurant.
Why on earth would they need to have a stool sample to allow you to work in a restaurant? They say its to check for worms…. I think its just a joke. One of many hoops you’ve gotta jump through.
We picked up our bags from one of the health center. I dreaded the day I had to do it. Dreaded it. Chelsea was working so she was the first one up to bat. I felt bad for her, but I was still waiting on my social security card from the states to finish the process.
Chelsea read the instructions and it said you can’t have toilet debris. So she had to take an extra water jug and cut the top half off. She went to the shower and all I could hear was gagging. How am I ever going to do this. HOW? She finished up and took a cab to drop her sample.
I held off as long as I could. I interpreted the instructions a little differently and decided to take a chance and use the toilet. I needed to get a job and the health card was necessary.
I read the instructions again and it said I needed a walnut sized specimen. Walnut eh? I got this. I made my way to the guest bathroom and went for it. My first one fell to the bottom of the toilet and disappeared. NOOOOO. I pushed and went to get the scoop as quick as possible. Success! Or was it. Did I get enough? I don’t know if I can go through this again. I dropped the sample off and got my receipt. Fingers crossed.
I went with Chelsea to her appointment and got my own later in the day. They came back and we were good to go. No more poop samples until next year.
