Tuesday, February 15, 2005
I Don't Have TB, OK?
Despite the fact that I have been actively enrolled in the SUNY system for over two years now, I have been under mild pressure from the Health Center to prove that I do not have tuberculosis. Since this is not a vaccination matter (I merely have to prove I don't have it), I had hoped my word and my immaculate attendance record would count for something. It didn't. So today I began the 48-hour process of proving I am TB-free.
The proof is demonstrated through a skin test. Basically, they stab you in the arm and wait to see if you react in a certain way. Of course, the Health Center does not administer this test. Instead, I had to go uptown to a private medical facility with a chillingly-euphemistic name, "First Stop." I arrived a full hour and a half before my first class today, assuming that the in-and-out procedure would be, well, in-and-out. Of course it was not. The first thing the receptionist asked me for was a form from the University. Mind you, in four separate telephone conversations with First Stop and the Health Center, no one ever urged me to pick up any forms before getting the test. So I spent half an hour waiting for them to locate the University form in their office, spent ten minutes filling out their forms (which I could have been filling out while I was waiting) then waited another fifteen minutes before the test was finally administered. All the while I was being tortured by The View via the waiting room TV.
I have to go back in two days for the test to properly register. I only pray that they won't ask me to prove I don't have AIDS.
The proof is demonstrated through a skin test. Basically, they stab you in the arm and wait to see if you react in a certain way. Of course, the Health Center does not administer this test. Instead, I had to go uptown to a private medical facility with a chillingly-euphemistic name, "First Stop." I arrived a full hour and a half before my first class today, assuming that the in-and-out procedure would be, well, in-and-out. Of course it was not. The first thing the receptionist asked me for was a form from the University. Mind you, in four separate telephone conversations with First Stop and the Health Center, no one ever urged me to pick up any forms before getting the test. So I spent half an hour waiting for them to locate the University form in their office, spent ten minutes filling out their forms (which I could have been filling out while I was waiting) then waited another fifteen minutes before the test was finally administered. All the while I was being tortured by The View via the waiting room TV.
I have to go back in two days for the test to properly register. I only pray that they won't ask me to prove I don't have AIDS.
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