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Today I finally got though to my Peace Corps nominator. The yay of this is really hard to texually render, but suffice it to say that I am so excited I'm twitching.
He told me that I've been nominated to do "Advanced Health Care" which will most likely mean teaching health awareness. (Weigh your baby! Boil water correctly so we don't all die! Sanitation or bust!) This is about what I was expecting, although the "advanced" part makes me feel pretty shiny. (Circumstances dependent, I may be teaching other volunteers how to teach this stuff too, which means the sharing of knowledge goes out even further! YAY!)
The bad part, of course, is that he can't tell me where I'm going either. They don't tell anyone where they're going until this stupid medical file of doom has been reviewed. I very much want to hate this, but it makes sense that they won't people with say, peanut allergies to Africa, or people who have hayfever to the tropics, or whatever. I am perfectly healthy, though I have a medical file the size of a phonebook, but they won't believe me until they have this monstosity in their grubby little hands.
Ha ha! The funny part is, of course, that I leave the country Monday morning at EIGHT O CLOCK, so I have to figure out how to get all of my dental and eye and past medical history records to them today! Or maybe, tomorrow!
Anyway, I just made a five minute notice dentist appointment. LETS SEE HOW THAT GOES, SHALL WE?
He told me that I've been nominated to do "Advanced Health Care" which will most likely mean teaching health awareness. (Weigh your baby! Boil water correctly so we don't all die! Sanitation or bust!) This is about what I was expecting, although the "advanced" part makes me feel pretty shiny. (Circumstances dependent, I may be teaching other volunteers how to teach this stuff too, which means the sharing of knowledge goes out even further! YAY!)
The bad part, of course, is that he can't tell me where I'm going either. They don't tell anyone where they're going until this stupid medical file of doom has been reviewed. I very much want to hate this, but it makes sense that they won't people with say, peanut allergies to Africa, or people who have hayfever to the tropics, or whatever. I am perfectly healthy, though I have a medical file the size of a phonebook, but they won't believe me until they have this monstosity in their grubby little hands.
Ha ha! The funny part is, of course, that I leave the country Monday morning at EIGHT O CLOCK, so I have to figure out how to get all of my dental and eye and past medical history records to them today! Or maybe, tomorrow!
Anyway, I just made a five minute notice dentist appointment. LETS SEE HOW THAT GOES, SHALL WE?
