Yes, that magical time of the year when I see not one but
two doctors. One is Dr. Haveaheart my cardiologist, and one is my GP, Dr.
Strangeglove!
Now that I have gotten older, I need to see doctors to keep
myself alive. They need to see me to pay their mortgage and vacations and
college plans for their kids. The Cardiologist is young, inexperienced and has
all his hair, obviously very annoying. The other doctor is my age, cranky,
opinionated and getting a paunch, we can relate.
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| Dr. Strangeglove |
TLW (The Little Woman) has our insurance policy encased in a
glass case in the wall, with a sign that reads: “In case of emergency, break
glass”. Good to know she is well prepared!
I really don’t mind the visits so much as the waiting in the
waiting rooms, watching old people come and go and get older waiting, knowing I’m getting there! I
don’t like to read magazine articles in waiting rooms because I know that WWII
has been over for a while, that General Eisenhower’s interview is kind of passé, and I hate it when they don't pronounce my name correctly.
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| Dr. Haveaheart |
If I bring a book, the doctor will ask what I’m reading like
it will cause high blood pressure or have too many calories. I try not to lie
about exercise, but he keeps asking the wrong questions. My idea of exercise is
different from his. Do you realize how many times I get up out of my chair? And
step climbing, do you realize how many steps I have in my house?
So, I will report on these two visits, one this afternoon and
one in a few days. Good luck to the doctors.
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