Doctor, Doctor, (Doctor, Doctor, Doctor, Doctor, Doctor, Doctor,) Give Me The News... One of the nice perks to waiting and trying to keep up with rules that change at the drop of a hat--all the nice doctors we'll now have to meet in order to to prove that we're healthy prospective adoptive parents and aren't carrying any of the following maladies:

• Tuberculosis, active and chronic, of any form of localization in patients of the Groups I, II and V of the dispensary register.
• The illnesses of the internal organs, nervous system or motor system at the stage of decompensation.
• Malignant oncological illnesses of any localization.
• Alcoholism, drug and substance abuse
• Infectious diseases, until the patient is taken off the dispensary register
• Mental health problems resulting in partial or complete legal incapacity
• Any illness or trauma resulting in any number of disabilities excluding employment

With that in mind, we'll be meeting the following specialists:

• Our primary care physician
• Psychiatrist
• Infectious disease/STDs (that's sexually-transmitted disease, folks)
• Dermatologist
• Phthisiatrician (I tried Googling this one, looks like the closest one is in Sweden--this is the guy that tells us we don't have TB).
• Neuropathologist
• Oncologist
• Narcologist

The fun continues...

  ¶ 5:51 PM