But I'm getting ahead of myself.
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Barry Oernstead had led a pretty uneventful life until that day. Sure, he'd had the usual assortment of childhood illnesses and injuries, but there was nothing in his medical file to suggest that he'd become such a problem for his new employer's health insurance company. He'd zipped through the forms checking off all the little boxes marked "No', until he came to one that had just been added the previous summer, when the insurance company decided to update all of their customer-facing documents. Barry paused for a few seconds, and reread the question.
Now, in point of fact, Barry had not, up until that point, even considered the possibility of having one. But it had been an annoying day on the job, and he didn't think it would make much difference, so he smiled sheepishly and reported that one had, indeed been performed.
He didn't think about it again until his cell phone rang one evening during dinner about a month later. "Barry," he said, not even glancing down at the caller ID.
"Sure. What's the problem?"
"You've reported having had a DNA screening, but we haven't been able to locate a report of it in the national medical records database. Do you have the paperwork somewhere?"
"Database?" he parroted.
"Sure. It's taken a while for us to hook up to it, but now that we are, we can correlate all of your doctor visits, tests, treatments and medications, regardless of where you might be when you need any sort of health care. So anyway... about that DNA test, Mr. Oernstead... can you get me a reference number for it?"
"Actually, um, no I can't."
"Well," she said, "if you've lost or misplaced the forms, we can try looking it up a few other ways."
He stifled a chuckle. "No, no, it's nothing like that. It's just that I didn't really have a screening. You can straighten that out, can't you?"
"You lied?" All of the color seemed to have left her voice.
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