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They took blood work.
They did a chest x-ray later on that day, that Sunday.
And then, they also did, right away, a nasal swab,
which almost made me cry.
Like I mentioned the skin test, they did the skin test
on my arm as soon as I got into my room too.
They did make me give sputum samples,
so I gave as many of those as I could,
right from the time of suspicion.
They gave me those little containers,
right off the hop as soon as I was admitted into the hospital,
and they told me what I needed to do and that I would probably
be there for a few days.
Earlier that Monday morning, they did an *** test.
I literally asked her, what are you doing here,
why are you here?
They already took my blood this morning.
And she said, "oh, I'm here to take an *** test."
And again, I found a few choice words for her and I kicked
her out of my room and I said, "I'm a married woman.
I don't have ***.
I have one partner, no you can't do it."
And she backed out, and she said, "Okay, I'm sorry."
And she left.
After that, I phoned TB control and I explained to them
about the *** test and asked "why is this happening?
And why is she in here?"
And she said that it's mandatory that we test everyone
for *** that we suspect has TB.
And I asked her, "why?"
And she said, "Because if you test positive for ***,
there are different medications that we have to administer
to you, because the TB is a little more resistant,
once the *** is in the body."
And that was how she basically explained that to me.
And upon hearing that, I was like, "okay,
can you apologize to that blood technician for me
and have her come back."