The Peace Corps medical clearance process is notoriously onerous. Sometimes it feels like the flagrante curse from Harry Potter, where everything you touch replicates, threatening to bury you in riches.
My medical packet was deceptively thin, just a few sheets of paper absolving me of many of the normal clearances since my stay in Georgia will be so short and since Peace Corps checked me out relatively recently. Because I got away without a dental exam or the multi-page physical, I thought I was home free.
But that short list has turned into an ever-expanding agenda of appointments. My need for a straightforward TB test spawned two more doctor visits (plus a nasty-looking bruise on my arm). The eye doctor didn't dilate my eyes, so he wants me back for a mid-year check next winter. The (just added!) chickenpox vaccine requires a second shot just before I leave the country, which means I'll get conditional clearance and must submit paperwork vowing that the appointment is scheduled, a fax the moment I get the shot, and a promise to bring the official documents in my luggage.
Thanks to Trevor, I have health insurance. Otherwise, I would need to rob Gringotts to afford it all.
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