The Fulbright comission let me know that I’d gotten a grant in mid-march. However, before getting the official paperwork signed and turned in, they require that you get a medical exam. I think they’ve been using the same forms since the program was started in the 1950s: it’s just weird.
I went to the campus health people here at Drexel. I didn’t need any shots, though I considered getting the smallpox and rabies vaccinations. However, they weren’t required, the rabies vaccine wears off, and I hear that there’s a roughly 50% chance that the smallpox vaccine makes your face explode. So I passed.
Anyway, the medical exam was pretty easy. A doctor came in a made me move my arms and legs so that he could tell they worked. I distinctly recall a funny look coming across the doctors’ face, and then he turned to me and told me that the Fulbright comission requires a prostate check. Good news! It’s still in there. At least, it was in March.
They then removed some blood and got it checked. The doctor said it was good, but that certain enzymes related to my liver were elevated. Apparently, blood tests on wednesday can tell how good your saturday night was. They also jabbed me with something and told me that if my arm swelled up it meant I had a disease. I don’t remember which one.
The best part, in my view, was the questionnaire. It contained a lot of really, really old-fashioned phrases. “Do you suffer from emotional defect?” Well, I don’t think I do, but I bet some ladies I used to date would disagree. If I recall correctly, “mongoloidism” was on the list of conditions of which they wanted to know if your family had a history.
Anyway, everything checked out with me. Whatever plumbing I’ve got is hooked up right, and hopefully I won’t get clogged with anything while I’m over there.