So I finally heard something back from the old Peace Corps about my medical clearance—and what I heard back is this; they need me to give them proof that I have been vaccinated against polio.
Umm…isn’t the fact that I DON’T HAVE POLIO proof enough?
I also need to provide them with excruciating detail regarding the harmless mole I had removed (strictly as a precautionary measure). I mean honestly—can you imagine those details being anything but excruciating?
I suppose I should be pleased that they have finally at least LOOKED at my file and that I am finally making some progress, but mostly what I feel is stress. Stress that while
I am my mother is combing through file folders full of old report cards and penmanship awards everyone else is going to get all the ‘good’ invites. Even though I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work like that…but maybe it does!
Oh man! What if all the people with delayed medical clearance are relegated to the Sahara or something? People, I am fair of skin! I will not survive the desert! Also–I had a mole removed! I should be kept from the sun! And probably it would be inappropriate to ask the villagers to fan me…