Putting pencils in my eye sounds wonderful

I woke up pretty early this morning to go to Roseau so I can start on my work permit. I had to go get a physical, and by the picture I posted of the room...it was high class. I got there before 8am, when the place opened. Doctor didn't show up until around 9am because he was getting subway. Great, I'm going to have a physical with my, well, snatch smelling like whatever is on his fingers from his sandwich. Lovely. Hours passed and he said he can't do the physical until I get my blood work done for HIV...across fucking town. A nice man drove me there, a nice woman jabbed my arm...I was about to ask if I could borrow some needles but chose not to, but it was a struggle not to ask. Then I was told the results will be back by tomorrow.

"I'm sorry, what? The doctor said in two hours...I'm kind of on a time crunch...." Oh, well, we'll fax it to him in a few hours.

Okay, keep in mind, it's now 11am, I'm hungry and grumpy, still have to go to the Immigration office, which I will also post those pictures to show how "organized" they are, to have my passport fixed. Because the guy at the customs said I will only be in Dominica for 6 days, of course my passport expired, which means that's an extra $100 I have to shell out. Not including the $150 I had to pay at the doctor's office (that I still wasn't being seen at), and the $80 to get my blood work done.

A few hours past, "official" people are telling me I need to do, and when this one man looked at me like I was going to cry because I was so frustrated and I didn't understand what the hell the big hold up was and what I could do to solve my problem, he helped me. I almost kissed him. That one big building is the "Official" building of Roseau. You need something done, you go there, unless you're me, then you go everywhere else in Roseau.

I had to get two more (on top of my driver's licence and passport photo) passport size photos taken to give to the police department to show them that I haven't done anything wrong in Dominica. They don't know how to even do fingerprints so photos is all they go by. I'm having my dad fax me over my Seattle police records to show that I haven't done anything there either. If that all works out, I can cut a deal with the police here. Plus, with a work permit that's 75% complete, I can get a job on top of that.

Okay, got everything, had to go back to the doctor's office for that physical that I've been just dying to have. He told me he finally got the test results back, everything looks good, now it's time for the exam. He told me to take my shirt off. I took it off but kept my wifebeater on because in the States, they check my heart, lungs, and everything else through the shirt. Well, he wanted that off. Whatever, I'm not modest. I take the shirt off and the only thing he did was take my fucking blood pressure. Did I really need to take my shirt off for that??? See the picture of the doctor's office that I had to be shirtless in looking at that picture in the background?

When people ask me if I'm a student at Ross (the med school here), I tell them my other half is. The doctor had the paperwork I needed and started asking inappropriate questions that all doctors have asked me (even the doctors when I was at Betty Ford Rehab). It's nothing new for me, but sometimes, like when I'm tired, hot, and hungry, I get rather annoyed.

Here are the questions he asked me before giving me my paperwork that I NEEDED to get any sort of job here:

"You're other half is a woman, isn't it?"

"How do you have sex with her?"

"Do you use fingers?"

"Are you considered gay or lesbian?"

"Do you use toys?"

"What's a dildo?"

"What's the difference between using the 'real penis' and using a dildo?"

"Can lesbian get HIV?"

"Ever been with a man?"

"Ever want to be with a man?"

Then he started to hit on me.

I don't know, Bud, how much do you make? You want to know how I fuck guys? I fist them in the ass. How does that sound to you? Fuck.

I wasn't offended that he was asking these questions, just annoyed because I haven't had food all day and it was so hot out and there is no organization on anything and people just shove their way and damnit, I learned in 1st grade about "single filing" and single filing really really helps!

By the way, can anyone identify that bug? It flew into me, I hit it so hard it fell into the ground, got up and looked pissed off.

On the plus side, on the way home, that was the sunset. Beautiful.