Next Wednesday I will be sitting down with the Ontario Athletic Commission to discuss my ONTARIO boxing license application...
...but first one more pee in a cup.
Pee in yet another cup and roll up my sleave for another needle.
I swear I've peed in more cups, have given more blood, been poked and probed beyond expectation, and have taken any and every test under the sun for my boxing here in Canada. Just in the past two weeks I've been required to take two pregnancy test. You don't get pregnant holding hands; we've figured out this long time ago. Haven't even been holding anyone's hand come to think of. Dang Skippy.
Going in to pick up some lab results for my boxing, I was told I needed to get a booster shot and needed to schedule a follow-up test for my eyes. Remember a few months when I woke up after sparring and my vision was completely blurred for the following 3-4 hours?! Ya, well I was suppose to have a check up from that situation. Somewhere in between me having a million and one appointments for this test and that test that appointment never got booked. Now it's booked -- next Monday morning.
Thankfully my doctor is a new one. He lacks the patients of an established one but with me he clearly doesn't lack the work. I am definitely keeping that man busy and the front desk secretaries always get a giggle whenever they see me. I keep on mistaking their bowl on the front desk as being filled with candies. It's filled with condoms. Don't need those, thanks. Don't need the candies either.
I should note here that I'm not sick. All these testings are for my boxing -- boxing in Ontario, boxing in Mexico, and a possible outside-of-Ontario boxing opportunity I may be partaking in. It's insurance-related stuff too. Not a scratch goes unaccounted for at this point, seriously. Could you imagine if I was sick, oh gosh. The staff at my doctor's all know me by name now and even some of the fellow patients know me too. Brutal.
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