Anyway, that's why I was standing out in the drizzle at 7:45am waiting for the bus. Now, we are at the farthest east extension of the Division bus' route, so you're not watching for your bus, you're watching for the other side of the street (before it does a 10-block loop). Finally at 8:30 there is a bus ... and a bus ... and a bus ... and a bus. Nothing like making everybody (by the time they showed up there were probably 50 people waiting!), stand in the rain for the better part of an hour while you have four busses running a convoy ... a classic "CTA moment" for sure.
At least the bus drops off right in front of the clinic ... and I was able to get a return bus with less than 5 minutes wait (and was still in the transfer time). I have to go back on Wednesday morning to see what the test results are (I'd know if I had TB, right?), and hopefully that will be the last of all this.
The TB test involves giving a shot right under the skin on the left fore-arm, but I've been feeling ooky all day ... I don't know if that's from "general malaise" or if it's a reaction to whatever they pumped into me this morning.