Med Exam Shame

I went through a medical examination yesterday. It’s a routine check that many people have gone through many many times. But still, any trip to a clinic always scares me, as I am afraid that for whatever reason, the doctor might pull a syringe and give a shot.
“Now, you need to fill this registration form, but first, we need to give you a jab to ensure you don’t get plastmizteryxmezia from the pen. Give me your hands.”

Fortunately no injection took place, because I don’t remember passing out from the fear of needle. But I wish I had, because what happened was more humiliating.
The clinic that I went to was a small clinic with limited facilities. Sure it had X-ray machines, weight scale and eye test equipments, and my examination went fine. But it lacked one important facility that must be had by all clinics. A toilet.

Yes, this clinic did not have a toilet. So when the clerk there asked me to fill up a cup, I did not where to do it. I could do it right there, but it would not be a fun experience, especially when I need to wait for court’s sentence after that. So I went to the toilet at the MRT station, a place where even a cockroach refused to visit because it’s too nasty.
So I needed to fill a cup but the toilets were awful. So I used the urinal instead, which made other people in that toilet stared at me strangely, as I would if I saw a man contain his urine in a cup. So I just held my head low and walked away as fast as I could, carrying a cup of my urine. It was probably one of the strangest moments of my life.