Hierarchic minded volunteers in Uganda always like to say that you aren't REALLY a volunteer until you perform a #3.
For those not well versed in numerology, #3 is a culmination of simultaneous events. While in the "throws" of an abusive, diarrhetic #2, you find that you have to also expel waste threw your other end. The result is a yoga move you don't hear about; having both ends of your body faced in a direction so as not to make your bad day just a little bit messier.
In honesty, I didn't believe I was this flexible. I doubt myself no more.
Less than a week 'til a year in Uganda, and I've finally crossed the barrier of becoming a real volunteer.