Going to the Doctor (eventually)

I finally did it, I mean I really did it this time. I finally made a doctor's appointment for a check up. I haven't been to the doctor in years and the last time I had a check-up was 7 1/2 years ago. It's not like I dislike doctors, I just don't have a lot of faith in them as they haven't been able to come up with any answers when I have gone in for problems (I mean come on, when they can't diagnose a dislocated thumb - they thought I had strained the tendon or something - and sent me to therapy, which made it worse, and I was finally diagnose by a chiropractor who put things right in a matter of seconds. And, that's just for starters).

Anyway, I finally made the appointment because I know I'm a couple of years overdue for a mammogram (and the baseline mammogram I had done when I was 35 - another doctor flubbed that one, fortunately not in a life-threatening way).

I called to make the appointment for my physical a couple of days before my dentist appointment. I got to the dentist and had something I've never had there before - a basic physical. They took my blood pressure (120/70), my heart rate (69) and my respiration (15 breaths/minute). The only thing they didn't do was take my temperature.

I joked with them that now I didn't need my physical because it's obvious I'm healthy. I still have to go to the physical though, if for nothing else I really should be carrying around a wasp-sting kit. A couple of years ago I was stung by a wasp (a regular old brown wasp, not a yellow jacket or anything like that) between my wrist and my elbow. My whole arm doubled in size. For a couple of days the sleeve to my T-shirt was very snug, before the swelling went down (nope, didn't see a doctor then either). I figure next time the reaction will be worse so I better be prepared with a kit.

Fortunately it is winter so there aren't many wasps around. The earliest I could get in is in February. I was actually surprised that it wasn't closer to April!

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Great numbers, Bogie! If you can sustain them for another 50 years, you'll live to a ripe, old age.