The folded paper.

I hate giving blood. Hate it. I often faint afterwards, so I try and avoid the whole procedure. But... I still can't figure out the stick reading so I made sure to pack snacks and headed to the clinic on base. Gave blood and waited 40 minutes. At the 20 minute mark I asked if it was ready, it was. I was brought in, weighed, measured, blood-pressured, temperatured and told to sit. Their printer was broken. I finally got up and assisted with the printer (turn off, count to 10 and turn back on) and my results were printed out. The nurse folded the sheet in half and entered my stats into the computer. Then I was told to sit outside again. Another nurse called me in and brought me to another room. Still no mention of results, still one folded piece of paper. She asked me some basic questions like was I trying to get pregnant. At this point I've come to the conclusion the one line is indeed just one line and now I get to listen to a lecture on taking my temperature every morning to know when I'll be most fertile. Greeeeat. Instead she hands me the paper and says congratulations. I look and it says "Positive". Well... you can't argue that one! So... HERE WE GO!