After getting lost for 30 minutes, I finally found the government community clinic near my area. I was surprised at the efficiency level there. There were many patients and yet things were moving smoothly. I took a number and registered for the test. A few minutes later, I was called into the room.
Then, I saw the guy who attended to me opened up a sealed packet. He took out a simple looking device and put it on the desk. That must be the testing kit. Then he took out a small plastic container, about 3 cm long and I knew right away that must be the needle. I hate needles. He opened up the container and out came a fat shiny needle (my definition of fat may very from yours). I hate fat shiny needles! He showed it to me and
He asked for one of my fingers and he poked it with that nasty fat shiny needle. Ouch! I hate fat shiny needles! Then, he squeezed some blood onto the testing device. Looked like he was really enjoying it or was it just my imagination? I hate fat shiny needles. And that was it! I had to wait outside the room for a few minutes. I could still visualize that fat shiny needle, which poked my finger, in my head. That fat shiny needle was laughing at me. I hate fat shiny needles
A few minutes later, I was presented with this:

Thank God!
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