I’ve been dreading today since we first decided we were moving back to Kuwait… The day when we had to go for Gracen’s residency visa “medical”. There are so many things I truly enjoy about living in Kuwait, but dealing with any sort of government clinic process is simply not on the list. The facilities are dingy, the nurses are brash, and there’s no effort made to explain anything to either the parent or the child. It’s not lovely to say the least. Luckily, I’ve done this once before and knew exactly what to expect. I had all of my ducks in a row before going and prepped myself to speak up and not be pushed around last night.