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As a child I had a recurring nightmare.\u00a0 I dreamed that my bedroom was on fire and when I went to escape through the window I saw crocodiles waiting for me on the ground below. \u00a0\u00a0Today that childhood fear of being trapped came true when I went to the lab to do routine diabetes blood and urine tests.<\/p>\n

Under the circumstances of my “normal,” I’m more anxious than most.\u00a0 But I’m used to an elevated state of anxiety, and generally do okay.\u00a0 Under the circumstances of I have to go pee in a cup in a public bathroom<\/em>, however, even a champion worrier like me can be undone.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>Logic always tells me to steer clear of the bathrooms right next to the counter where they hand out the pee-cups, and go to the general bathrooms of the building. \u00a0If there’s going to be mess somewhere, I figure it’s going to be in the place where hundreds of people accustomed to urinating in the luxury of a large bowl are instead aiming at a cup that’s three inches in diameter.<\/p>\n

Thinking I was smarter than everyone else, and trying my best to look cool and natural with a plastic cup and a test tube in my sweaty palms, I began my search for a clean toilet.\u00a0 Too bad my iphone doesn’t come with a magnifying glass<\/em>, I thought, then I’d really be able to spot the filth.\u00a0 Quickly I would learn that the filth in the bathrooms was highly visible – no magnifying glass necessary.<\/p>\n

I will spare you the details and tell you that after examining six different toilets on three different floors of the building, I settled on the one that wasn’t speckled.\u00a0 There was a chunk of dirty toilet paper on the floor but it was far enough away that I could completely avoid contact with it.<\/p>\n

I closed myself into the tiny room, which wasn’t a stall.\u00a0 There was a real wooden door.\u00a0 I looked for a hook to hang my purse. \u00a0Nothing.\u00a0 There was no place, other than the floor, to set it down.\u00a0 The floor was out of the question, so I swung the purse around to the front of my body, holding the strap tightly with my arm, and guessed I would be able to manage.<\/p>\n

Leaning forward and preparing myself for the act<\/em> with my purse hanging off my neck made me feel like a horse with a feed bag on its face.\u00a0 It also threatened to throw off my balance.\u00a0 Since I had no intention of sitting down on the toilet, balance was of utmost importance.\u00a0 I should probably lift the toilet seat,<\/em> I thought.\u00a0 It seemed -at the time- that with the seat up, it would be easier to do what I needed to do.\u00a0 But I didn’t want to touch the seat.\u00a0 I took a piece of toilet paper and grabbed the side of the seat.\u00a0 As I began to raise it, the seat moved from side to side, and I heard the clink of a little piece of plastic hitting the floor.\u00a0 Then, faster than I could say bacteria<\/em> the toilet seat was tumbling.<\/p>\n

I had touched it so delicately, with only my small fingertips protected by a wad of toilet paper. There was no way I had the power to launch a seat off its toilet. \u00a0But I had done it.\u00a0 As it fell, I jumped back.\u00a0 My purse whacked me in the chest.\u00a0 The toilet seat landed with a thud right in front of the door, the door that opened inward.<\/p>\n

So there I was, in a tiny bathroom, trapped between my anxiety and a toilet seat.\u00a0 If I opened the door, the toilet seat was going to fall onto my feet.\u00a0 In order to get out of the bathroom, I was going to have to move it.\u00a0 In order to move it, I was going to have to touch it.\u00a0 And remember- I still had yet to pee in the cup.<\/p>\n

I thought to myself that other than falling into the toilet, not much else could go wrong. Just pee and get it over with.<\/em> I looked away from the toilet seat, pulled down my pants, grabbed my cup which I’d left on the back of the tank, squatted over the bare white bowl, and did what needed to be done.\u00a0 It was a neat endeavor.\u00a0 I felt relieved in both senses of the word.\u00a0 Then I remembered that I was still trapped.<\/p>\n

Stay focused<\/em>, I told myself.\u00a0 You will get out of here.\u00a0 You won’t be sterile, but you’ll make it out in time to have your urine analyzed! <\/em>I adjusted my purse to a more comfortable position, \u00a0grabbed some toilet paper to cover my hands, cleared the blockading toilet seat into the corner, opened the door, washed my hands, went back for my cup of urine, and raced to the lab.\u00a0\u00a0 I then had to wait another forty-five minutes for my blood test.<\/p>\n

I met Mike after all of this and we walked home together.\u00a0 About a block away from the lab we stopped at a cross-walk.\u00a0 Still shaken from the from the event that had just occurred, I thought I was hallucinating when I looked at the man crossing the street in front of us.\u00a0 He wore jeans, a t-shirt, and flip-flops, and everything was totally normal, except that tucked snugly in his armpit, like a Frenchman’s baguette, was a toilet seat.<\/p>\n

If you don’t believe me, ask Mike.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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