As a young married guy with kids, dealing with medical records is a strange reminder of life before the advent of the personal computer. In a world with EVDO where we worry about disabling our passports it strangely anachronistic to put in a request for your medical records and wait patiently for real people to collect real papers and send them through the real mail so other real people can redistribute them through their organization so ultimately a guy with a medical doctorate can read <italics> text </italics>.

There must be some serious organizational frictions because first blush it seems this should have been solved with the invention of Kermit.