Gunn ,'Not Fade Away'
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What's a half first cousin, Hil?
The child of your parent's half-sibling.
Is "Jewish doctor" the equivalent of "Cherokee princess"? Will nobody admit to having an affair with a Jewish bus driver?
Heh. My guess had been that it was doctors doing residencies somewhere far from home.
The child of your parent's half-sibling
Oh, duh, of course. Thank you.
I've had a kit since early March and just need to submit my spit. But I have dry mouth most of the time, so finding a time where I haven't drunk anything for 30 minutes and don't have dry mouth is kinda rough.
I went to the doctor today. Pretty much, she had no idea why I'm anemic. So, she's doing a few more tests.
I have no idea why I had to wait a week for this appointment, rather than her telling me this over the phone, especially since I told her last week that I was planning to go out of town and that, if I needed to do any more tests, then I wanted to do them as soon as possible, so the blood for these test really could have been drawn a week ago.
If anyone's interested in doing DNA testing, pretty much all of the companies are having sales this weekend. (And if you want to do it to find an unknown relative, then Ancestry is the best place to start, since they've got the biggest database of other people who've tested.)
I am being a good adult, I made a doctor's appointment for one of my days of vacation.
My family history includes an affair with a Jewish nurse four generations back and one over - my great-grandfather's cousin - but since the entire family was already Jewish that wasn't the scandalous part. Anyway, that's why we own summer vacation property in Ontario now.
For some reason, the last sentence leaves me with so many questions.
For some reason, the last sentence leaves me with so many questions.
I suspect some clandestine settlement for the actual scandalous part.
Someone remind me that no I really can't drink coffee since my gallbladder surgery, no matter how exhausted I am. ION, ouch.
I keep meaning to do a DNA test.
Sweetie, there's literally one in the dining room that I told you I got extra when I did mine.