Fingerprints,TB and Yahtzee

Friday 15th February

In the US, you can't volunteer places without the FBI doing everything but give you an internal to check you are who you say you are. I had to get my fingerprints done today, which proved a problem because apparently I have very bad prints. This is good news if I ever find myself wanting to commit a crime, but not so good if I am standing in a police station trying to get the computer to accept my prints whilst other people pretend they are ok with waiting so long and having to rush out to put more money on their parking meter. Apparently I must have ironed my fingers or something when I was small. Still, eventually it kind of worked, so I was able to go to the centre and present them with my poor prints and ask them to check my latest TB test while I was there.
Not only do I have bad fingerprints, but I must have been exposed to TB somewhere along my travels too. The tests show positive, though I don't actually have it and am not infectious. I still have to have a chest x-ray now to check my lungs are clear. I am not sure whether my insurance would pay for that, so I may have to start the project of trying to find the cheapest clinic for x-rays around here.

Whilst the nurses were discussing what to do with me, Keith appeared with Ken, a resident who I haven't seen before because he was in hospital sorting out his broken hip. Ken said he wanted to try Reiki next Wednesday because Keith had been telling him about it. We started chatting, and ended up playing an amusing game of Yahtzee in which I learned that I am going to like Ken very much, he has a wicked sense of humour and took great delight in 'whipping everyone's ass' (I believe this is the correct phrase here) at Yahtzee.