more bitching about problems you'd kill to have but are still making me fucking crazy.

so.

my mother does not have an original copy of my birth certificate. which means that i am now at the mercy of the records department in the hospital where i was born, hoping and praying that they have some sort of evidence--any evidence--that i am indeed the legal and biological spawn of my parental-types. i got in just under the wire--after 25 years, they can turf the records out. as it was, the woman i spoke to actually made my blood freeze in my veins by telling me that they didn't have me on record (though she ultimately found me). so now i submit my request in writing, and hope.

biscuit, of course, had an interesting take on the whole rigamorole:

shiv: basically, all i need is one certified piece of paper stating that i amd the biological spawn of my parents
biscuit: Right.
shiv: that's all. and i'm terrified that they won't have that.
shiv: the woman i spoke to was all...'well, you never know WHAT they'll have. sometimes they have the footprint record, but sometimes not. you never know'
biscuit: Maybe this is the cosmos' way of helping you find out you're adopted.
shiv: i feel as though by this point the parents would have come clean about it.
biscuit: (laugh) Probably. unless they destroyed the records and feel comfortable that youwon't find them.
shiv: ooh, that's a bit evil.
shiv:even for them!

right. so while i know you all think i'm a spoiled princess for having problems like this...i'd appreciate it if you'd keep your fingers crossed for me here anyway. because i'm really starting to stress about this.

biscuit: starting?
shiv: shuttup.