This morning I got a request by the people at the school to send over all of my results and whatnot, and they were planning to take them to the Ministry of Health. I haven't heard anything since. So it would seem that the final word has not yet been uttered.
In the meantime, I have been scouring the internet and exhausting my contacts to figure out Plan B. There are a number of possibilities in Egypt, but because I have access to a listserv for expats in Cairo that allows me to network more efficiently, it's probably misrepresentative of reality. I feel like Jordan may be a better starting point, considering I have more contacts who are closer by way of degrees of separation, and also considering that it's about 250 miles from Tel Aviv to Cairo and about 65 from Tel Aviv to Amman. I have been in contact with someone in Bethlehem - which is about halfway between Tel Aviv and Amman - who has an extra room and would allow me to use it for a bit while getting things sorted out. Now my thoughts are circling around things like - "If I don't have a stable place to live and I'm going to be frequently on the move... two 50 lb. bags are not acceptable." So now I'm trying to figure out how to score an adequate hiking pack. There may be a drive to Waco in my future (a friend in Austin has one, we may meet in the middle tomorrow).
Right now, nothing is certain. I am at once incredibly overwhelmed by and surprisingly at peace with that reality. And who knows, perhaps I'll find out on Monday when my test results come in that the first test was wrong and there never was anything to worry about! I'm not keeping my fingers crossed on that one.
Just 2.5 more days.
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