My last post was about myself talking about how lucky I was and how I’m supposed to be in Melbourne right now drinking obscene amounts of flat whites, watching gigs of obscure bands and also studying for an important, potentially life-changing postgraduate degree woah. But I got a bit of a problem with my visa, so a few weeks before I was supposed to fly out, I learned that I had to be screened for tuberculosis because the doctors at the medical panel found something funny in my lungs. Australians are understandably horrified by tuberculosis, so I had to be subjected to a test that’s about two months long – to find out whether or not I have TB or it’s just a bunch of weird non-TB stuff in my lung. Regardless, I had to miss the first day of school, and right now I’m just hoping I get cleared and will have the chance to still study abroad. Hopefully next year.
Fortunately, the initial results of the sputum test turned out negative, but I still have to wait til August to be really, really, really cleared. I am currently drowning in a pool of existential uncertainty but this is somewhat familiar territory anyway so bring it on, motherfathers. Loljk help me Papa Jesus.