Doctor Visit.

For the very first time since my pediatrician demanded urine nearly two decades ago, my primary care physician demanded urine of me yesterday morning during a yearly physical checkup. Unfortunately for me, the exact moment the cup was placed on the counter was not even 30 minutes after I had already run to the bathroom to pee, but the nurse was adamant that I “try anyway” and I thus found myself back in the bathroom with a hopelessly empty bladder and hopelessly huge empty cup trying to somehow conjure my body into producing urine via mind control. It didn’t work.