In making a consultation with A Big Important Clinic, there are tons of forms that need to be filled out. For our upcoming appointment next Tuesday, I had to fill out a twelve page medical application, release forms and also send out a copy of my medical records along with the completed application prior to the consult. As a part of the paperwork, there was a section of the application titled "Genetic Screening", to see if we were candidates for genetic counseling. I sort of knew my history (I have a cousin who is a hemophiliac and I was once tested for thalassemia), but I had to call the Mother-In-Law for Sean's history. The conversation went like this:
Me: "Okay, I have to ask you some questions for this medical consult to see if there are any genetic disorders-you just have to answer yes or no."
MIL: "What's that?" (Yeah, and she's a nurse-really comforting, right?)
Me: "It's a blood disorder-a type of anemia that's inherited."
Me: "Huntington's Chorea, Muscular Dystrophy or Neural Tube Defect?"
Me: "Cystic Fibrosis, Hemophilia, Tay Sachs, or Down Syndrome?"
Me: "Mental Retardation?"
MIL: "Well........you DID marry him, you know"
It's good to have a sense of humor when you're doing this, or else you're fucked.
Figuratively, of course-hence the need for the IVF consult.
HARHARHAHAHAA-I fucking slay me.