went in for a blood test today and felt like I was a piece of meat being processed by some overfed waitresses wearing way too much makeup to hide their Monday night rum and coke escapades on the wrong side of town.  This place was like a video store.  And the urine sample escapade…Ugh.  “Leave it by the sink” she said.  There were stacks of urine samples sitting there like jello shots, a pyramid of them.  “When’s your birthday?” she said.  “Why do you need to know my birthday?” I answer.  “Because we need to verify you are who you say you are.”