Today's highlight was rugging up, walking down to the post office, dodging the hail, all to post my poo test to the lab where the poo test is then run through the lab.
How many times can you legally put poo in the mail?
Once every two years if you're an Australian between the ages of 50 and 75.
The biggest fuck you the Australian Government can give you is sending you that first poo test in the mail. It's like the government are saying, "Ha ha, you're old. Now shit on a stick for us."
The test comes in a big envelope. It says something like "This test can save your life!" written on the front of it. I mean, it's wonderful that we have free screening for bowel and breast cancer here, that the government are concerned enough to make this testing available. Catching these things early is a great thing. It really does save lives.
But it still means that you're going to have to collect this tiny sample, fill out the forms, keep the samples in the fridge until you can get them posted. (The samples are in closed vials in a zip lock bag - your food is safe.)
I will say, however, there is just a tiny bit of joy when it comes to putting that small, padded envelope in the mail.
It feels subversive.
It feels a bit wrong.
And ultimately, it could save your life.
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