My lunch hour today was spent getting my final tuberculin skin test read. I had a laundry list of vaccinations to get so that I can start dental school. It's a good thing I don't mind needles, because I have seen my fair share of them in the past few months. I had to have a HepB vaccination (which is 3 parts), an MMR booster, and a tetanus booster. Additionally, I have to have blood drawn to see if my body has built up antibodies to varicella (chicken pox) and HepB. If not, I must get a chicken pox vaccination (2 parts) and have my HepB series done AGAIN. Yes, AGAIN. So keep your fingers crossed that I have antibodies. Last, but certainly not least, I had to have a tuberculin skin test to see if I have ever had/been exposed to tuberculosis. I have had this test a couple times before, having worked in the daycare industry (my class was 18 mos. to 2 years, Renee) as well as in the public school system (I taught 7th/8th grade for 3 years). The new twist this time was that I had to have the test placed and read twice. My skin tests both showed negative, so that is good.
I have to say, I am getting really excited about starting school. Actually if I were to be truthful, I would have to say that my mood varies from very excited to growing apprehension. I worked so hard to get here, keeping my grades up, scoring well on the DAT, going on interviews, etc. I had about three months of absolute joy and a real sense of accomlishment. Now come the nerves. It will be here before I know it. I guess it will just seem surreal to actually Be In Dental School, when for so long it was this abstract thing that I was working towards. I don't know if I am making any sense, but anyway, that's what I'm thinking right now.
I've met many of my classmates already, as the current freshman class gave the incoming freshman a luncheon in April. At 28 (29 on August 23, thank you very much!), I am not THE oldest person, but I am one of the, shall we say, oldER members of the class. Kind of a funny story about age. I had to get my old vaccination record to give to the school. I had my husband call to request it one day while I was at work. He called and got someone in the records department at the county health department in Smalltown, USA, where I grew up. He told the lady my name and birthdate. She said, "Oh, goodness. Those records are really old. They won't be here. I'll have to get them from the archives department." Let me tell you, he really enjoyed telling me this story. I mean really. What are they, written on stone tablets or something?
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