I suppose your annual medical physical examination is much like mine insofar as filling out and answering that two-page questionnaire. My doctor wants to know every pill I might take and then for the fourteenth time I fill out a family medical-history-profile and disclose if anybody has threatened me, harassed me or talked 'down' to me recently, which made me feel unworthy. (Note: All those many years that I coached, I could have answered that last question in the affirmative but nobody asked me back then.) Finally, the doctor or nurse or insurance company (not sure who) wants to know if I still engage in sex.
Later rather than sooner, the nurse called my name and I gave her my completed questionnaire as she escorted me to a scale for weight and height measurements. The good news? I'm maintaining my weight, which is important for a diabetic but my height once again has shrunk. Now shrinking is a reality of aging as is senile tremors and your toenails turning the color of Halloween candy corn. While some things do shrink a man's prostate does not! Also at my age, my hair grows but not on my head but instead out of my ears, nose and from the eyebrows. Speaking of eyes, they are not as good as they once were and my hearing-aids tell 'that' story. All that stated, when the blood work numbers come back good and it did, I'll accept all the above.
I recall once when Johnny Carson, The Tonight Show host told the story of his program director, Fred de Cordova. It seems de Cordova, who was educated at the prestigious Northwestern University refused to go to medical doctors for a physical exam. His reasoning? "They are looking for something wrong with you." Not sold on that concept thinking!
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Sooner or Later God's Gunna Cut You Down
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