My GP, after having retrieved parts of the meter from the consulting room ceiling, held me captive in the surgery until I passed urine, not a particularly difficult thing for me to do at the time as finding available public water closets in time was very challenging, but at the surgery, somehow, my diabetes and bladder were not cooperating and I required several large glasses of Hampshire's finest tap water and some ingenuity to siphon off a reluctant drizzle into a ridiculously small vessel to make my escape. It wasn't quite like Steve McQueen on a motorcycle at the border but the prospect of NHS Diabetes Police detention was somewhat alarming."I'm banged to rights, Nurse, its a fair cop, I did the Carbs and now you got me, don't slap me around, I have me human rights"
Tip: probably not a good thing to have a 2lb bag of Jelly Beans as part of a wholesome morning breakfast before a GP consultation but in my defence I can be a bit Homer Simpson. Doh!