Apologies for dropping out; my mind was elsewhere.
I posted this on Facebook this morning - an update:
'If you're squeamish, look away now.
As many friends know, I had to go to the hospital for blood to be taken. That's not something that worries me but now I have to look away as the needle goes in.
The person who did it was not the most welcoming of all the NHS people up here - never mind.
Having collected four phials-full of blood, she handed over a large plastic container in a carrier-bag, telling me I had to collect 24 hours' worth of urine.
I was too taken-a-back to ask if I had to wring out the Tena pads.**
The blood-taker responded to my inquiry regarding how long I'd have to wait for the next step - days or weeks - with 'weeks'.
For some reason, her instructions didn't match with those in the letter I found in the carrier-bag when I got home.
Having read the letter, I sought expert advice from one of my two doctor-cousins, one of whom was a pathologist; that made clear what I should do.
Two observations:
I should be grateful if hospital staff didn't assume that patients are as familiar with the hospital layout as they are.
I wonder if any of the doctors and pathologists have actually tried to collect every drop of urine passed in 24 hours, setting aside that the neck of the container is not large!
When I've done the final deed at exactly 10.30. I will saddle up and transport the amber nectar to the hospital.
Que sera sera.
**That was a joke for effect.'