And I wasn't going just to visit somebody.
I needed help.
I needed to be checked for AIDS. Now I should say before my parents
hit the floor that I haven't been poking myself with used needles and
I haven't been doing anything that could make them into grand-parents
anytime soon. I needed it checked to finalize my papers that let me
stay in the country. I won't know until tomorrow whether I got it or
not but I feel like my chances are pretty good of the test coming up
negative (as I understand, negative is a good thing).
The hospital was made sometime in the 60's and it feels a little like
walking down the tile hallways in Tier at the University, except more
run down and with people lining the hallways. I got there at 8:00 and
waited with all the moms and their babies who also wanted a blood test
(the kid next to me threw up and her mom caught it in her hand.
That's loving your child!!). Finally at 10:00 I got in. I was
relieved that everything was sterile and I let the man know that I'd
rather not get AIDS while getting a test for AIDS. He laughed.
Anyways, I'll go back tomorrow to see if I can stay in the country
AIDS-free. Otherwise, see you next week.
