I love my doctor. Despite trying to talk me out of applying for a position in PNG (in front of the boys - slight cringe moment), I still think he's pretty cool. He's been to PNG, so we had an understanding. He was fantastic, and when he heard we were taking a volunteer position, he charged us for one person, instead of 4! Such kindness.
The x-rays were simple. Expensive but an easy process.
The blood tests were...fine. And by fine I mean, why did I get the grumpy one?
It dawned on me at the end of this process that the one person you would really want in a good mood is the phlebotomist. I had a gruff one. I'm sure it's not the most fun job in the world, but then neither is bagging up chicken manure and yet I've done that with a cheerful face.
We decided to take the boys in with us while our blood was taken, just to show how brave we were. We concluded they will have to have jabs at some point too, so we just wanted to show that it pricks, but it's not really sore. And I go and get a grumpy lady doing mine. We divided to conquer, Marcus had Sebby and not only did I have the grumpy phlebotomist, I had the effervescent child with me - not a good combination. We survived, with only a little blood shed, and it was all mine.
Forms, forms and more forms, blood, signatures, x-rays, photocopies, medications, verification, stamped by Justice of the Peace.
And now we wait.
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