I went in this morning to do my pre-employment drug screening for my new job that I start on Friday. I had been chugging water all morning so that I could 'perform' when necessary. I showed up ready to take care of business only to be informed that my drug test would require a hair sample instead. 'No big deal' I thought, 'they'll yank a couple strands out of my head and that will be that. I lost more in the shower this morning'. I really am a very practical person, and when looking at the big picture this didn't seem like such a big deal.I sat down and proceeded to fill out the paperwork; signing, initialing, dating. Once we were ready to get started the nurse informed me that she would actually be cutting the hair close to the scalp in order to get a sample. Cutting? My hair is currently about 18" long and it's taken me a LONG time to get it this long. Starting to get a little nervous, but really with no other option, she proceeded to ask me where I wanted her to take the hair from. I figured the under/back side was probably the least noticeable so she pinned up my hair and got out the scissors.
One quick snip and it was done and I made the mistake of looking up to see the hair sample. Little did I know they need 80-120 strands in order to perform the test, and the length of my hair only made that number look more dramatic. I was not properly mentally prepared. I quickly looked down at the floor, I thought I was going to throw up. Tears welled up in my eyes and I had to hold my head in my hands to keep it from spinning off my body. A few very slow, long, deep breaths later and I was able to pull myself together. I made sure I didn't look at the sample again until it was safely stowed away in the airtight package. I felt silly afterwards, it's only hair right? It will grow! But I couldn't shake my physical reaction to seeing that chunk of hair in front of me. It might be mostly psychological, but all day today, as I rest my head in my hand, my fingers somehow make their way to the short rough patch of hair in the back of my head and the sick feeling comes back.
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