I have an adoption-related medical this arvo. We've decided to have everything ready for India, anyway, while They (the authorities) decide WTF (to use the vernacular) they are doing. This has also involved posing for photos outside our house. (Note to self: NO MORE GOOFING in front of the camera. It makes you look like a mule that has been offered a raw onion.)
It is a very basic tickbox-style medical form this time:
Have you ever had tuberculosis/tumour/heart/liver/sexual disease, neuropathy, mental illness/other communicable disease/alcoholism or history of substance abuse, any generic disease, any surgical operation?
Nine are no, a Certainly not! only proper, brand diseases and a yes. Then the usual tests, for HIV and blood pressure, urine, and whatnot. Then the fun part:
What is your assessment on the patient's fertility/infertility?
I know you'll all understand perfectly when I sum up my feelings with this: Bleah.
Other than this, I am concentrating on extending good thoughts to my friend Valery for tomorrow. The horrible thing is that her fear is totally natural - oh, I feel for her acutely, and yet I am so hopeful for her.