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The Medical, Part II

The Medical went well Thursday morning. The staff were helpful, spoke decent English, and were super efficient in moving along a constant stream of patients. Or is that, clients? Clients I guess, as we were not there to see the ‘specialist’ doctor as patients, but as clients looking to complete another step, in a year-long process, towards our Permanent Residency. The doctor, on the other hand, did little in the way of anything other than ask a few questions. Take my blood pressure. And process my paperwork, once signed by him, through a scanner, onto his computer, for direct transmission to Immigration. It was all very quick, formal, and I need not have worried about having to get my paperwork sent in on time, to Ottawa. It’s all automated through eMedical, a system set up for just this process; how very 21st century of Canada. I even got a copy of my results emailed to me directly, Saturday morning, for my own records. What’s more was the actual results; I was given a clean bill …

The Medical

This week sees the next step along the road towards my Permanent Residency, with the request for a medical. Not just any ordinary medical, but the full-on head-to-toe medical demanded by the Canadian Government. One that can be done only by a handful of certified doctors, countrywide. And while there are several based in Montreal, there is only one here in Québec City. One! Let that sink in. I got confirmation by email, on March 20, saying I had a month in which to do my medical and send in the requested paperwork. Of course, within hours I was phoning the number I found online for the one and only doctor approved and certified. Problem was, his office was closed. It took two days, repeat, two days of leaving messages before I finally got an email from admin staff saying the doctor was on 3 weeks holiday! [insert nuclear meltdown]. The earliest I could have an appointment was April 12th. Of course, I took it. By my reckoning I was cutting it fine. But had …

The Blood-Letting #2

The Blood Test Saga Continues … It started on an innocuous Friday morning, at what seemed like the crack of dawn, with a howling snow storm raging outside. I was up early because I had a visit to the nurse to give blood, for my annual check-up. Just part and parcel tests ordered by the doctor, which also included peeing into a tiny cup, and pooping on a teeny tiny stick … no, wait, I was allowed to poop on a special sheet and then … well, you get the picture. Anyone that’s been through this already knows what I’m talking about. The thing is, I’d been fasting from before 8 pm the night before, as my appointment was at 7:50. A minimum of 12 hours without food. So by the time I got into see the nurse, my stomach was complaining, loudly. Twelve stabs later … yes, TWELVE (I counted them), the nurse was making faces and excuses telling me I must either have really deep veins, was very dehydrated, or, quite possible, was …

Getting Documented

So it’s that time of decade again where I need to renew my passport or find myself without proper documentation, read: possible illegal immigrant. Renewing the passport this time round could not have been simpler, or more straight forward. Last time it cost me an arm, a leg, and part of a kidney with all the associate fees. This time around I was able to do everything, and I mean, everything, online. From filling out the form(s), to supplying the requested digital documentation, to providing a digital image of myself (without having to bribe the dentist to sign the back for the exorbitant fee), to paying securely with the credit card. All this done directly with HM’s Passport Office online, for the princely sum of £100. So civilized. Just pop the old passport in the post to London and, on receipt, a new passport will be issued. The one thing that never changes in this scenario, however, is the quality of the photo. Last time around I had to go to the local pharmacy and …