Before you jump to conclusions, let me clarify that the nursing attendant at Fortis Vasant Kunj's ultrasound department forced me to drink "water", and nothing else.
I landed up at the appointed hour for my turn at the ultrasound desk. LUckily not much of crowd and I was second in queue. An elderly lady was led into the room and she was out in no time.
The lady accompanying the elderly one - presume her to be the daughter in law - protested that her "amma' had taken two bottles of water before coming.
The nursing attedant brusquely said that her bladder is empty and ultrasound cannot be done in an empty bladder.
So what next?
Drink more water. Walk around the building for half an hour. Try your luck again.
I was getting jittery.
My fears turned out to be true.
I was also sent out with the same instruction.
I had planned an early return to home.
Now it is not possible.
By then, the crowd outside ultrasound desk has thickened and there was no room for seating.
Cursing my fate, I walked out with a friend in tow in search of water. Emptied one full bottle.
My companion kept asking about "pressure in my bladder".
Adding insult to injury, my wife kept pinging me on phone on the latest "status".
"My foot".
Instead of pressure on bladder, I was getting restive and wanting to shit.
Still I could not trace any sign of pressure on my bladder.
Three rounds and I said enough is enough.
Returned to the ultrasound desk and waited to bounce on an empty seat when it got vacated. The occupant got up to ask the desk when is his turn!
Saw the elderly lady trooping in and luckily she did not emerge for 15 minutes.
I was counting my luck and begin to feel the pressure on my bladder. Not too much. Minute definitely.
Will it be acceptable to the nursing attendant?
My wife has to literally pester the desk to reallot my slot.
Soon my turn came and I was led into the room.
Soon, the male attendant said, my bladder is half full.
I protested, "can't help it. You can't force me drink water... bloody tastes like medicine'.
He smiled and continued his test.
When it got over, he asked me to go and empty my bladder in the adajacent toilet and return for another final round.
As I was about to enter toilet, my wife screamed: "stop".
Wat? I screamed back. Everyone was looking at us.
"You cannot empty your bladder just like that. The other department wants the second urine sample after ultrasound," she said.
What to do?
Stupidly, I walked in and asked the nursing attendant whether I can "capture' my urine for the other department. He nodded politely.
He must be used to this kind of daily scenes.
I quietly filled up a special container given to me earlier by the lab attendant and surrendered the same to the lab.
I have not eaten anything since the previous night 8.30 p.m. I was feeling hungry.
Can I eat anything now?
Go ahead, I was told.
The food was kept inside the car in the parking lot.
Rushed out to take a bite.
The bread toast has lost its crispiness. What the hell? Anything is better than nothing.
Emptied the bottle of mint, ginger and lasoon laced butter milk.
Supremely divine feeling.
That's how you feel when you eat after a long gap... perhaps.
No sooner did we leave the parking lot, the urge to empty my bladder overtook everything else.
The pressure was becoming uncontrollable.
We had two options: return to Fortis and use the santised toilet. Or park the car on the roadside and relieve the pressure in wherever and whatever condition.
You know what I did.
Well, this is what the Accucheck displayed this morning at 6 a.m. just before i brushed my teeth and had the first cuppa tea and four sugarless crackers. 
