I skip through the turmoil-filled Arshile Gorkys. My mood just cannot tolerate them today. Instead, I stare into the deep black of Still’s abstract work, the perfect salve for my racing mind. All thoughts are eclipsed by one: I am going to Cameroon. Official word just arrived from the Red Cross. I leave...soon. (No date set.)
I think of the many pre-departure errands. First on the list is to ensure that my vocal cords are intact before I go. I visit Nadine, one of my colleagues and ask her to refer me to ENT--stat, which she kindly obliges. Next, the TB skin test to update my medical files. Then the visa application, the legal paperwork, the people to notify, money issues, the...the list is long.
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