August 21-23, 2012
The notorious mid-service medical is upon us Group 9 volunteers. This three-day session with our medical officer is famed for its necessary stool provision. We are required to provide three stool samples to be tested for everything. Do you know how hard it is to do that on command? And then get it into a cup? You don’t want to know if you’ve never had to do it.
Anyways we arrive at our officer in groups of 6-8. Aside from the grueling medical exam that checks for anything and everything, its also a psychological exam to make sure our malaria medication hasn’t made as all fall off our rockers and be on the verge of life crises. Its brutal, I can say nothing fun about it except for the fact that it was a great reason to be shut up in our office with some of my fellow PCVs with access to free WiFi!!! Yet despite the total access to Google we instead entertained ourselves by over dramatizing passages from romance novels found in the PCV library and of course talked about our stool samples. Know fact, PCVs love to talk about their bowel movements, what exactly their puke looked like, and why a pee bucket is better then a pit latrine. We have all fully embraced our primitive selves.
Good news, after three days of being poked and prodded, I’m fairly healthy. A few minor issues, nothing two gigantic shots in my butt cheeks can’t fix (as if my butt wasn’t already embarrassed from the amount of pressure I was putting on it already). Then it was back to site, where I was promptly sick for two days and actually wanted to talk to someone about how my stool was. Such is life haha.