falling in an outhouse has been a (semi-joke) automatic et for me.

More seriously, I dealt with a month of diarrhea, the one CP assigned to me in my community of about 600 changing every three months, severe food shortages and waking up in the middle of the night because my hunger was so intense (i'm very thankful for potatoes), the collapse of my project due to something out of my control, someone threatening to kill me and then chasing me inside my house, and people trying to deliberately run me over on their motorcycle while throwing rocks at me. On each of those, I seriously considered leaving, but ended up staying, for whatever reason. I guess if you had asked me 2 years ago, when I got my acceptance letter, if any of those incidents would have caused me to leave, I probably would nodded yes to each, but I was a pretty privileged kid, so, grain of salt.

I guess my line in the sand did move, either because my expectations changed, or I was more willing to put up with things than I thought (not that anyone reading this and experiencing something similar is obligated to deal with what I dealt with). Reading this now, nearing the end of my service, I'd say if I stopped feeling safe to go outside and get food, as I did in my first site, I'd seek any option to get out of there. It was destroying my mental health, and thus my service as a whole, to look at an HCN and wonder if they'd try to hurt me.