This is an easy one! Spent 8-4pm in the wellness room waiting to get our results from last week and a physical. We were supposed to get a HPV shot too but they allegedly ran out of whatever vaccine.
I showed up all negative on last weeks drug testing and STD testing, but I got a false positive on Syphillis. Lucky for me this virgin has nothing to fear. She did say it was an obvious error since when you do have syphillis two things (I forgot exactly what) usually react whereas with me it was allegedly just one.
But because of their lab error I guess the gov requires they test me again just so they have on record proof it was just an error or something.
Not just that, but my blood also showed I'm low on hemoglobins and something else (iron? Red blood cells? Etc) and I'm most likely anemic. Which is something the nurse did have suspicions on last week but I guess my blood results are kind of confirming now ... because of that the Gov are requiring I get tested on my blood again this time for iron..
They need three more vials of blood from me just to confirm this virgin indeed didn't magically obtain syphillis and that I also don't have anemia.
I'm real nervous to because
one: ahh more blood is being drawn and this time it's a vial more than last time.
And two: the doctor I had last time who took time to find a good vein in my arm, and babied me through it so I wouldn't be scared wont be doing it next time.
Instead it's the nurse and she's sweet too and also babies me to no complaint because I am a baby and need to be nurtured by doctors or I'll cry. But I'm just worried she won't have that magic touch the last one had. She must of felt and remembered my fear from last time though because she looked so sad when I started getting sad too at the news I'd be redrawn. She half joked how it's always her good students like me she has to poke again and never the ones she wishes she could.
She was nice enough to find me a pink bag though in the bag for my first aide kit. I think she did it in an attempt to cheer me up. She also took shock in the fact that I'm twenty. She said it's always her 20 years olds who look 16 and her 16 year olds that look 20. Probably because I was acting like a terrified child at the doctorsðŸ˜
Despite that disappointment of an exam, I am 5"7' (I think she was measuring from my top bun though) and weigh 126lb. I gained like two pounds since being here but I guess that's common for most Job Corps kids. My theory is because we are eating three meals a day now.
After the basic exam I go get my eyes checked and luckily I was already wearing my glasses that had an updated prescription. They said that I'll get a free pair of glasses through them even if I have glasses already. Then they checked my hearing which was perfect.
So fuck off mom, JUST KIDDING.
After that was the physical which I did good on. Had to strip to nothing but a paper robe and my underwear. They checked for scoliosis and felt up my boobs that was new but I tried to be mature about it. I did giggle though when she squeezed my nips because that was unexpected okay😂 like I guess I should of expected it but it caught me off guard okay😂 shit she probably thinks I'm a freak🙈 or freaky🙊 but I'm healthy here from what I know.
In the waiting room I mostly killed time on my phone. A small group of us did watch Heathers as per my request and surprisingly people liked it which made me very happy because it's my favorite movie!
After the class day I went to my dorm for role call, got dressed and went to do charity work at a food bank.
I'm not gonna get bull shit it and say I got a warm fuzzy feeling, or I feel humbled, or it was a learning experience because honestly it wasn't. Like yeah I guess I did a good thing for a good cause pat on the back, but I'm not gonna sugar coat it. I did it for the community service hours and this was the only community service project offered that said they'd feed me too. I got subway btw. I also took a lot of candy from the volunteer's candy bowl. I had fun and got closer to a dormmate who lives right across from my room but not gonna go altruistic mode just yet.
But I'm glad I helped Job Corps, help the food bank, help me. It's a win for everyone!
I think I would of felt more sentimental about the experience if I wasn't working in the warehouse of the food bank sorting food and cutting boxes. If I actually had to go to a shelter and scoop food to an actual homeless person that would of for sure been a better experience. I was just doing behind the scene work though that felt more like a prison warehouse gig.
Maybe I'll try a different service next time for that warm fuzzy feeling. If not who gives a crap either way the community benefits from my service whether I feel humbled or not. It's about them anyways not me.
After service and subway I came back to the dorm just in time for accountability. Searched for my missing lock for my locker and slept.
Day 10.
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