So my last post was all about the beauty of small town living. It was a heartwarming experience and I wanted to share it with all of you. It made me feel happy about living among the cows and the small town folk, it really did.
I had another medical experience this week when I took my son in for his appointment with the pediatrician to follow-up on the chest x-ray. Considering all other medical experiences I’ve had have been in cities (or at least suburbs) I can’t help but think that this might be about living in a small town too. I don’t know that I understood this scenario any better than the first that happened this week except this time it was the pediatric senior intern rather than a young broken snowboarder.
So I have to begin by saying – again – the parking was great, the wait was short, and we were given double the doctor face time than I’ve ever gotten in urban medical facilitates. All was good. The attentive, young, (and incidentally, gorgeous) intern went over our files and said she needed to go through some routine information. No problem. We answered questions about birth order, genetic diseases, past medical history, and the basic rundown. Then she asked the question.
“Do you and your husband or any other married couples in either of your families share the same blood?”
I was sure I heard wrong. She made the snowboarder’s manners look like Martha Stewart. “I’m sorry?” I asked.
“Are any family members married, but share the same blood?” Her eyes didn’t leave the clipboard.
“Like, incestuous relationships – siblings or cousins or something?”
“It seems like an odd question, but you’d be surprised how many people answer that with a yes.”
Okay – is this just me? What the heck is going on? Have any of you been asked that question in a medical exam, or is it my three eyes and my son’s extra toes that made her ask? It’s been a weird week for conversation…