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Mar 21, 2005 18:26

i walked into the health clinic with a room full
of battered, worn bodies like the once white
walls. behind a desk with paper and pens and
clip boards piled to her neck greets me a
woman in a rush to catch up with her line up.
she hands me a clipboard from the pile and
asks me to fill out the forms and return to her
when i am finished. i comply and return to my
seat when i am finished. people pour in with
complaints and i try and sympathise with the
nurse behind the desk who is finding a career
in complaints can put a number on you.

"Xavier Cabrera," my name is called up and i
walk through a doorway and into another room
where a cup is waiting for me. i'm told to rinse
my hands but not to use soap, then to take this
cup and fill it up just above the label but do not
flush. the bathroom reminds me of a dirty
restaurant's bathroom in santa ana or in anaheim.
the toilet seat is held on by one screw and the
water is filled with a color cued chemical to detect
fraud i suppose.

no before showing up to the clinic i had just woken
up and resisted peeing so as a result my bladder
was overfilled and had abdominal pressure. after
cleanuing the cup i handed it to the nurse who had
a displeased look on her face. she had the best job
you know. handling a stranger's piss is very charming.
she sealed my urine in a plastic envelope told me wash
my hands and to go.
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