My dearest friends!
So as my Peace Corps placement grows closer, I wanted to let everyone know what's been going on. I AM expecting to leave within the year (although that can always change), and am currently being reviewed by a very nice lady who is deciding where to send me. Updates will obviously follow. I am actually very nervous to be sending this information out. I find it easier/prefer not to talk about this stuff because my status has been constantly changing, and once I bring it up again I'm worried it'll jinx the whole process.
I'm sure many of you assume I decided not to join the Peace Corps because of the incredible amount of time that has passed since I brought it up last. However, I have in fact (this entire time) been in the diligent process of getting myself medically cleared.
At this point, you must be thinking, "What the heck Shelly?? That was like two years ago!! You be a stubbon fool!"
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Here is a HELLA LONG, though abbreviated, recap: (really I don't expect many of you to read this- but it's here if you're curious- just skip to the end if you'd like!)
Jan 2008- I apply. There is drama over getting recommendations. Two people back out. I bake cookies for Dr. Shears after she writes me a rec in one day.
March 2008- I interview in L.A. for my nomination. Am accepted within 3 hours!! Me and Katie Rose buy champagne and I cut social psychology. Wonderful day!! My nomination intends me to leave November 2008 for Sub-Saharan Africa (doing HIV work) pending medical clearance.
June 2008- Get my physical, lab tests, eye exam, pap, dental xrays, vaccinations, am I missing something? Buy second pair of glasses. Everything is complete except for my psych work-up, which I need filled out by Stanford Hospital, where I was treated for ADHD in high-school. My physical can't be submitted until my psych work-up is done. So I submit paperwork to medical records at Stanford.
July 2008- Come back from NYC with Katie Rose and my Stanford paperwork was sent to the wrong department. Refile.
August 2008 to November 2008- Bi-weekly phone calls to Stanford's medical records department.
November 2008- Get the call that my paperwork is done. Drive to hospital. Discover that that the contact I have been speaking on the phone with twice a week for the last three months in fact did not fill out any paperwork at all, but simply made a photocopy of my file. If I want my paperwork actually filled out I need to go to another department. Refile.
December 2008- Have a new contact. Sandra.
December 2008 to May 2009- Have run-around about every two weeks with Sandra. She writes notes to the doctor who's responsible for my file. Three times he looses the paperwork and I re-fax it. She doesn't really have any power, but is pretty helpful at least in spirit.
May 2009- Driving in the car with Kate Fitch. Get a phone call from the actual doctor that is actually filling out my forms. Says he'll have it faxed within the week. He is a big liar.
May 2009 to August 2009- Hear nothing. Doctor's voicemail is always full. Leave notes with Sandra. My grandpa suggest an ad-litem, which I had never heard of. They are patient advocates that work within the hospital to prevent lawsuits. I call. Am forwarded to supervisor. Make Stanford contact #4.
October 2009- Doctor seems to feel the pressure. Calls again to set up a phone appointment with me so we can do the paperwork together. (After I fax him another copy of the paperwork.) Gives me his cell phone number!! Yay!! Bails on appointment and is unreachable. I contact ad-litem again.
November 2009- Contact ad-litem a third time. Doctor calls. Doctor does paperwork!!! Doctor faxes paperwork!!!! Doctor does not fax all of paperwork..
December 2009- My Peace Corps application expires in January. I freak out. Call Sandra and leave desperate messages. Doctor finishes paperwork!!! I run back to the doctor that did my physical (because the pysch paperwork was required for my physical to be complete). Need to schedule second physical because everything's expired.
January 2010- Get new physical. Get new labs. Get new pap. Get more vaccinations. EVERYTHING IS COMPLETE!!!! I have lunch with Tori Wilhelmsen at Falafel Drive-In and then go to the post office and overnight that shit! I am exhausted and terribly nervous that I'm too late and my application is expired.
February 2010- Get a letter that my dental x-rays are expired. Get new ones! (expensive!!!) I am officially dentally cleared!!!!
March 2010- Need to go back to my physician and get another round of paperwork done. Go to Planned Parenthood and switch my birth control to a brand supported by the Peace Corps. Fax three batches of paperwork to Peace Corps headquarters. I am officially medically cleared!!
April 2010- Get an email from my new Peace Corps lady. She needs an updated resume so she can place me, since my old nomination is two years old. I fax one over. She writes me back and thanks me.
And here we are today!
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I haven't been excited about leaving for such a long time. It seemed like something that was just not going to happen. And to be honest, it's something that could still not happen. But I needed to see it through to the end. If my application had expired last year it would have been done with. If I had been medically unqualified it would be done with. And I think I would have been okay with that in the end.
But as long as there was any possibility for me to go, every bone in my body simply required that I pursue it. I did not and do not have a choice in the matter. And that is why I've continued to work on this for so long (beyond reason, in my own opinion).
Something has changed for me since I realized a real placement could be coming my way in the next month or so. I can't stop thinking about it. I've been assuming the worst for so long, and now that all my work is paying off, not only am I very much proud of myself, but I'm allowing myself to really feel the anticipation. So I very much look forward to finally being able to tell you all that I really truly am going, when, where, and for what!
All the love in the world. And hopefully much more to follow.