Monday, August 08, 2005
Awaiting Marching Orders
I sit here with Dario, watching "Finding Nemo" and enjoying my last few days with my kids before being away from them for three months. And how much time do I have? It's a mystery.
I'm supposed to start on August 15, the date the Tribunal reawakens from its summer slumber.
The problem is, I must be cleared medically before the ICTY purchases my ticket. To be cleared medically, the medical officer at the ICTY must examine my latest submissions from my doctor here, proof that I completed the battery of tests required of UN employees. The last documents he sent, at the request of the UN, were the printout from my EKG, the report from the radiologist who shot my lungs and analysis of my blood for various illnesses, including syphilis but no other STDs. I have none of these illnesses, but the battery of tests had my doctor here shaking his head in amazement. He's going to work in Africa for Doctors Without Borders next year, and doesn't have to take half these tests. "Are you training to become a pilot?" he asked me. No, just to sit at a desk in The Hague.
Said medical officer is on vacation until August 11. I won't know until after then when I'm leaving for The Netherlands. Could be the next day. Could be the next week.
Meanwhile, all of The Netherlands is on vacation now, and I can't manage to find a decently priced room for when I arrive. Not that I could tell any of the innkeepers when that is.
I'm supposed to start on August 15, the date the Tribunal reawakens from its summer slumber.
The problem is, I must be cleared medically before the ICTY purchases my ticket. To be cleared medically, the medical officer at the ICTY must examine my latest submissions from my doctor here, proof that I completed the battery of tests required of UN employees. The last documents he sent, at the request of the UN, were the printout from my EKG, the report from the radiologist who shot my lungs and analysis of my blood for various illnesses, including syphilis but no other STDs. I have none of these illnesses, but the battery of tests had my doctor here shaking his head in amazement. He's going to work in Africa for Doctors Without Borders next year, and doesn't have to take half these tests. "Are you training to become a pilot?" he asked me. No, just to sit at a desk in The Hague.
Said medical officer is on vacation until August 11. I won't know until after then when I'm leaving for The Netherlands. Could be the next day. Could be the next week.
Meanwhile, all of The Netherlands is on vacation now, and I can't manage to find a decently priced room for when I arrive. Not that I could tell any of the innkeepers when that is.
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