Saturday, November 11, 2006
Suffering for Jesus
I'm getting to the part in the plans for South Africa where I apply for a visa. I have the FBI clearance, I sort of have a flight reservation (or will shortly), and thought I was ready to send everything out. Until I talked to Katie today and she said something about the letter from her doctor. Aw, crap. Something else I have to do. So I logged onto the NC site today, and started making my little list of what I need to still obtain. Visa application, passport photos, evidence of financial support, blah blah blah. And then I got to the "letter from the doctor" item and noticed this note that somehow I had overlooked before: "You will also need a TB test."
You have no idea of the fear this strikes into my heart. Seriously. I'm still a bit shaken.
Are you guys kidding? A TB test? I SWEAR that wasn't on the list before, because I would TOTALLY remember that. Arthur? Did you guys sneak that in after I applied? Because I'm having second thoughts! (And I'm only half kidding.)
This girl's scared of needles, yes. But this girl's FAR more afraid of TB tests. I had to have one when my family moved back to California when I was 9, and it was the single most horrible experience I have ever had at a doctor's office. The evil nurse took away the stuffed animal I had brought with me for comfort. I don't want to talk about it.
I once jokingly said that I didn't think God would ever call me to go somewhere that would require me getting shots. Very funny, God.
You have no idea of the fear this strikes into my heart. Seriously. I'm still a bit shaken.
Are you guys kidding? A TB test? I SWEAR that wasn't on the list before, because I would TOTALLY remember that. Arthur? Did you guys sneak that in after I applied? Because I'm having second thoughts! (And I'm only half kidding.)
This girl's scared of needles, yes. But this girl's FAR more afraid of TB tests. I had to have one when my family moved back to California when I was 9, and it was the single most horrible experience I have ever had at a doctor's office. The evil nurse took away the stuffed animal I had brought with me for comfort. I don't want to talk about it.
I once jokingly said that I didn't think God would ever call me to go somewhere that would require me getting shots. Very funny, God.
| posted by Barbara | 2:36 AM