A run in with a Doctor

Like many times in my life I bump up against a recurring theme, I DON'T KNOW! There are many things I don't know, such as the distance from me to the planet Pluto, the temperature in which petroleum jelly solidifies, or the movements of the Anisoptera or Dragonfly.

The other thing that I don't know is what "runs" in my family. I was at the doctor asking to be checked out for something when he asked me if it ran in my family. I say that I didn't know because I was adopted. He pays little attention at this and continues to ask if I had certain symptoms. I gave the best answer but added that I didn't know if some of the things my body did were exactly normal because I didn't have anyone to base my experiences off of.

Just because my mother didn't have many of the same biological ailments that I had did not mean that my biological mother didn't have something similar. Perhaps this is normal in my genetic relatives, I didn't know. After my explanation the doctor looked at me (for just a moment) as if saying "thanks for not being helpful". This is not the first time that I have gotten that look but I have not gotten it from an adult for a very very long time. It took just about everything in me to not reach across and give him a nice strong slap across the face for being so stupid.

Most of the time I am able to play up the fact that I don't know any biological or ancestral history as it being a wonderful excuse for me to make up what ever I want. "I don't know so I'll say I'm Irish, German, English, Asian, and Native American". It has become a joke that I can use to do lots of things (or not do things). At this moment I could not joke. All I could do was remember that as wonderful as I truly do think being adopted is, I cannot and may never know what "runs in my family".