I asked my fellow CIDP’ers what their Mayo Clinic experiences have been like. I fear I may need to cancel my trip after reading BJ’s account:
BJ: The town of Rochester is mind-numbingly dull and there’s not much to do (especially if you’re carrying around your gallon specimen-collection jug)…
TGWTPC: What is this specimen jug you speak of? Sounds horrifying!
BJ: While I was at the Mayo, they collected every drop of urine that I produced over about three days. I’ll spare you the details, but as you can imagine, I ended up carrying a very large jug.
TGWTPC: I’m NOT doing a specimen jug! No way no way no way! Was it clear?
BJ: It was big and orange and practically everyone is carrying one. I kept mine in the car when I went out in the evenings, but I saw plenty of people who just brazened it out. There’s no dignity in being sick, I’m afraid.
TGWTPC: I think I need to cancel this trip.
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