Going To The Doctor

Well I had to go to the doctor last Thursday. If you know me I must have been near death, as this is one of the last places I ever go.

Yet there I was sitting in the waiting room, at a new to me clinic, filling out all the normal paperwork. I am no different than any other closed adoption adoptee when it comes to the ever dreaded family history section. It usually makes my skin crawl.

Not this time my medical nemesis, not this time. As an adoptee in reunion I was able to look at the questions and answers a few. It felt so good.

While riding the endorphin high I reviewed the list and then felt it appropriate to write once again…adopted. Just to be safe and out of habit. Sigh…maybe one day medical forms…maybe one day.

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