(Considering that the topic of the Military Medical Commission is currently a hot one, I decided to describe my trip to the Military Medical Commission in a separate article)
Finally, the day came when I had the opportunity to complete the MMC and go home before departure. We went to the MMC. Before that, about a week ago, Vika and I went and had some tests done, something about the skin, bought a certificate from a psychologist for 800 UAH, had a fluorography and a hepatitis B test. This was preparation so that we would have all the necessary documents right away. Now we had to see the doctors. I don’t remember all of them, but I clearly remember that there was a general practitioner, a psychologist, a neurologist, an ophthalmologist, and some kind of skin specialist. There was also a dentist on the list, but we were told that we didn’t need to see him.
I want to mention one important detail right away. Now my attitude toward the medical examination committee was the opposite of others. At the beginning of my story, I spent a lot of money and time to get certificates from an ophthalmologist and a neurologist. But now I have hidden these certificates away 🙂 I will explain why. As I have written many times, they take anyone for mobilization, everyone is fit, all my certificates for mobilization are meaningless, if you have arms and legs, you are fit. But with a contract, the situation is different, they can ban you. And if they ban you on the contract, then what? That’s right! I’ll go as a mobilized soldier 🙂
So I came to what I had been denying before. To all the doctors’ questions, I said that everything was fine 🙂 At the ophthalmologist, even though I could hardly see anything, I tried to say any option with a confident “poker face,” hoping to guess right. I don’t know what she wrote there, her handwriting was illegible, but I saw the key word — fit. At the neurologist’s, I gently said that sometimes, about once a month, I have minor migraines (I didn’t want to lie completely), but I said with confidence that I know how to deal with them.
Some of the people who underwent the medical examination came on their own. But most came under the guidance of a TCC employee. We came under the guidance of a nice man named Vladimir.
Vladimir joked with the doctors, cheered them up, and generally communicated well with them. Watching this, I remembered the time when I worked as a sales representative. I also tried to build good relationships with salespeople. I also tried to approach them with a positive attitude, cheer them up, compliment them, joke with them, etc. This was important because then, based on these good relationships, I had the opportunity to ask them for something. For example, to put my product on the shelves, put up my poster, etc.
Under Vladimir’s leadership, we passed the commission quite easily and smoothly. He came in and jokingly said, “Yes, I have the best guys, they are volunteers, they are all in good health.” At the very end of the commission, it turned out that I had not filled out some general information. This general information must be filled out by a family doctor.
Although I have been living in Kyiv for the last 10 years, I am originally from Dnipro. While living in Kyiv, I did not have the money to get sick, so I never had a family doctor.
I told Vladimir that I didn’t have a family doctor. He went into one of the offices, talked to someone, then went into another, and so on. Returning 15 minutes later, Vladimir proudly said, “I’ve taken care of your issue.”
In general, it felt like contract volunteers had special status. We were allowed into all the offices without waiting in line, saying that we were volunteers.
Vladimir proudly told everyone that we were contract volunteers, allowing us to skip the line everywhere. In one of the offices, he got into an argument with a man. Vladimir let us skip the line, and one man expressed his indignation about this. They began to argue. Vladimir raised his voice, and I heard him say, “They are volunteers, they will serve for three years! It’s not like you came to get a deferment!” Hearing this, I straightened my back 🙂 Interestingly, lately, everything in my life has been happening so fast that I didn’t even notice how I turned from a draft dodger into almost a hero :)).
Sitting for almost half a day at this commission, I watched the people who were coming to the VLK. And I realized that I hadn’t seen a single person younger than 35. I wondered, “I wonder why this is happening, where are all the young people?”
I also saw two colorful personalities, one of whom gave the impression that she had just been picked up from under a bridge, while the other was clearly a heavy drinker. The first one, “from under the bridge,” was standing near one of the offices when the doctors asked him, “Is something bothering you?” To which he replied with almost childlike spontaneity, “My elbow hurts here.” It looked quite funny, like a little boy running up to his mother and telling her how he hurt himself. I could hear laughter in the office and they replied, “Well, that’s life, nothing you can do about it.”
Almost at the end, I saw a guy who was clearly under 30. And he was in military uniform. Maybe he came for some additional examination.
We had seen all the doctors and all that was left was to take a psychological test, which was administered at the TCC. But Vladimir said that they only had two tablets (the test is taken on tablets), and there were already more than 20 people in line.
So Vladimir told us to come to the TCC on Monday morning at 10:00 a.m. to take the psychological test.
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