DMV meets the Dept. Of Health

The Chinese, every year gets a physical. As expats, we get one too but only once, thank goodness. Just like the DMV, we get a number and a personal sheet with our information. Then it gets weird. It's like a medical scavenger hunt. We go to these specific rooms, do the activities in these rooms, get our paper stamped and we move on to the next room. Each room had a specific task to do on you and there was no time to be modest. One room was the X-ray room where you literally stood and hugged a metal X-ray  box and waited until they said, finished (the only English word spoken). They drew blood, three test tubes full, in another room (yes, they had clean needles). The EKG room where I was flat on my back with my dress pulled up to my bra and clamps were put on my arms and legs and my chest. Glad I was wearing underwear. Another place where my dress was pulled up was for an ultrasound. Apparently they needed to make sure I had all my organs? Then the best room was the urine sample. So I pee in a cup about the size of a coffee scoop in a traditional Chinese toilet ( let's just say I missed a couple of times), I go to the attendant where she hands me a test tube where she motions me to the garbage can and instructs me to pour the pee into the test tube and throw the rest away. Luckily I was prepared with my hand sanitizer. I got through it. And there was snacks at the finish line. Snickers, apple and water!