I’ve been given the pleasure of telling you about this, basically when we arrived we had made sure when all our bloods and jabs before we left the UK in an attempt to avoid this, but needs must and you can’t get a work permit unless you have a full medical here...

The 40 minute bus ride to the chosen medical centre was fraught with nervous laughter, there were 15 of us all up who were going down there for this experience.  Upon arrival it all went swimmingly as we filled out forms and gave our passport details to the nice receptionist. Within a few minutes the first person was called in and off we set, getiing more and more nervous as each person dissappears into cubicles, only to re-appear looking white after giving blood.

Now not being the best at giving blood the nerves start racking up, until, they call the first 3 back in to get a second sample off them, you could cut the tension with a knife between those of use still waiting.  As our turn came around we were starting to kick up a fuss and they receded and said that they could take both sample at the same time.  Then it emerged that we would need to give a urine sample aswell, ok, not so bad that one, until the shocker came that they wanted a stool sample also.

Now, being the sensible types that we all were we had all popped to the toilet in the morning and the whole notion of stool samples left us high and dry, a bunch of people managed to squeeze one out as it were but a small group of us were skuppered.  So we are left clutch little sample containers and told, not to worry, just take a sample and get it back to us...  As I am sure you can imagine, the pleasures of life in a new country had suddenly taken on a whole new meaning..