The last month or so in Vietnam was pretty crazy. I worked about 12 hour days-finishing up testing on the project I was managing. It was very stressful but relatively rewarding. I was able to finish up testing on time thus finishing up development and heading to implementation.
If you recall I came back to the US for a visit as well as attend the Levesque wedding. During that time the swine flu was just starting to settle in the Western World, but was just being to hit Asia. My coworkers and I joked that I wouldn’t be able to get in and out of the country and that I would be quarantined. Happily this was not the case and I was able to travel relatively freely.
A month or so later the Swine Flu really started to pick up in Vietnam. More cases were being found and surprisingly more people were dying. My concerns rose, not because of the flu itself but because I was a foreigner where medical technicians do not speak a lick of English. Would the government kick in and start closing the border? How would I be treated differently even if I didn’t have the flu?
Over the course of a few weeks people in the eTown buildings were testing positive for this flu. Some offices started taking daily temperatures and wearing face masks. One Monday in August my company received an email explaining that daily temperatures would be taken and face masks would be required.

Sitting in the Hospital
YIKES! Of course this concerned me; I sat down with Mr. Hung and told him my concerns. While we were speaking the HR manager busts through the door to tell us that one of our vendor managers has the swine flu. As expected, mass chaos happened. Those who worked with this manager would have to go to the hospital. Nervous as heck, 10 of us walked to the hospital and spent the rest of the day getting xrays, blood work, heat readings, etc.
I felt fine-no aches, no pains, not fever. But after getting my temperature taken I was .5 degrees hotter than normal and the hospital didn’t want me to risk it. I was quarantined to my apartment for three days, to return to the hospital for a check up.
Three days later, I return to the hospital. I was fine. Meanwhile I had contacted my US managers about the past ordeal, my concerns seemed to match up with my managers and it was decided that I would come back to the States. A month earlier than expected but it was a good breaking point for me in terms of the project.
5 days later, I was on a flight back to the US with mixed emotions…
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