Over the weekend, we finally received copies of Craig’s labwork from his medical appointment a few weeks ago. I was preparing to send it all off to the agency (along with my medical information; I figured we should send it all together) and I realized that we didn’t receive his urinalysis results. I’m not quite sure why it’s so difficult for us to get our labwork from this world-renowned medical institution, but it has been like pulling teeth for both of us. At least he has a health information release form on file now. (Interestingly enough, I didn’t have to sign one to get my labwork, and we go to the same office.) It’s totally not a big deal, but it’s annoying to have these little tiny details get in the way.
Speaking of paperwork, I finished my autobiography over the weekend. It was a good activity for a quiet, low-key weekend. I got it down to 8 pages, and I’m leaving it there. It’s not the most compelling piece I’ve ever written, but it’s good enough to be a basis for our discussion with the social worker, and that’s what it’s supposed to be. Craig is struggling with his, so he needs some more time. His childhood story is not the easiest to tell.