It's Ted.
We just wrapped up Day 2 of Trip 2. The medical exams were, on the one hand, a colossal waste of time. On the other hand, it was pretty efficient. I went back and forth on my opinion of the process throughout the 4 plus hour ordeal. At times, I felt like it was 1865 and we were being interviewed by the Confederate Army's "doctors", "have you ever had a brain disease?" or "how are your toe nails?". At other times, it seemed quite modern and efficient. After all, if we were in Birmingham it would have taken us days to get appointments with a surgeon, a psychiatrist/narcologist (more on that in in a minute), neurologist, infectious disease doctor, internist, dermatologist and finally, a pulmonologist. Each of these "appointments" took less than 5 minutes, but we had to wait for a half hour or more in between each "examination". They took our blood and an x-ray of our chest, but otherwise basically asked us questions. The psychiatrist seemed very interested that I liked to hunt and fish "when not doing my job."
The narcologist is just what it sounds like, a doctor who specializes in the treatment of drug addicts. I think it's a subspecialty of psychiatry unique to Russia. He didn't ask us about drugs; I guess we didn't look like heavy users. In any event, he smelled terrible. And he was the only doctor who actually spoke English well enough that we didn't need a translator. The only other remarkable thing about our trip to the Kremlin Hospital (see below) was that the internist was a huge smoker; the stench almost made me wheeze as he listened to my lungs/heart.
Shannon survived the blood taking and the rest of the "examinations" with flying colors. We did the blood test first which made the rest of it much easier for Shannon.
All of this took place at the Kremlin Hospital, which at one point was the equivalent of the Walter Reed Medical Center. The leaders of the Kremlin, including Lenin and Stalin were treated there. I'm not sure the current status, as our interpreter, Vlad, told us that (a) Russian political leaders basically have their own hospitals now, and (b) the status of the hospital as the "Kremlin" hospital changes with the political winds. We did have to "star" sightings, so to speak. The wife of the Minister of Education (who, as it turns out, is in charge of all adoptions in Russia) was having the same exams done today . . . She wished us good luck. Also, the head of the Russian bankers union was seeing one of our doctors today. Vlad recognized him and said he's a billionaire. Nice company, huh?
Above the entrance of the hospital there was the old Soviet symbol. Here is a picture of the receptionist area the Kremlin Hospital. Pretty cool?
After the medical exams, which ended around 3:30 PM local time (we left the hotel at 10:30 just to give you an idea of how long it took), Vlad took us to the orphanage to see Maggie. Of course, traffic was bad and we didn't get there until around 4:45. When we arrived, they told us Maggie had the flu - but it really seemed like more of a fever virus which they said was going around the orphanage. They let us spend about 15 minutes with her, though. You could tell she wasn't feeling well and that she had a fever. I think you can see it in the pictures; Shannon had to work hard to even get a small grin! It was tough to leave her, especially knowing she's feeling badly. Shannon had a tear in her eye and I could tell just wanted to baby her and take her home and make her feel better.
After the orphanage, Vlad dropped us off at Pushkin Square and we went to a little Italian place (we seem to eat at a lot of Italian places here) that Vlad told us about. It was pretty good but the entrance was very funny. I made Shannon get a picture in front of it.
We'll go to court in the morning and then back to the orphanage. Hopefully, Maggie will be feeling better, or at least we'll be able to spend more time with her. It's hard to believe we'll be heading home Wednesday morning.