Well today is D-Day...Doctor's appointment early this morning. Joe and I go at the same time for our yearly physical. I get nervous before I get there, but once I'm in the office the butterflies go away. After all...there are many things to think about when you get there. That dreaded scale is first. After 50, some people (who have been able to eat anything all their lives) start to put on weight..a lb. at a time. Maybe we aren't so active later in live...you think? Anyway, I don't take off my shoes, like somebody I know. I approach the scale...not watching her add the weights. I don't usually look to see what she writes down...she says it out loud, so everyone in the waiting room can hear."150" she says..."Can that be right?" She says that I am tall and can easily carry that weight. Let's not do it over, I think to myself. We each go into our examining rooms and the nurse tells me to sit down. I fumble with the sack of pill bottles that we were supposed to bring....hands sweaty now. "Let's take that BP," is the next thing she says. "Oh, a little high this morning...white coat syndrome...we'll check it again later." She asks how I've been since the last time she saw me....let me think...hmmmm. "Well, I had brain surgery...that's why I'm bald." We go through her third degree and she says, "Take off everything but your socks," and she hands me a paper wrapper to put on. I do this and climb up on the exam table and there I sit...a bald woman, in a paper wrapper, swinging my legs with socks on. Sweating and humming to myself. Humdy dum.. I look around the room and read all the things on the wall...making sure this doctor is qualified to examine me. Is that my chart on the desk ? I hop off the table and tip toe to the desk. I look around, always fearful of that hidden camera that I have seen on TV shows ...Candid Camera, and America's Funniest Home Video. Should I take a peek or not...it's my chart after all. I go back to the exam table and sit down. Humdy dum...where is he? I hop off the table and go to the desk to take a peak....no, I shouldn't... back to the exam table. Finally after waiting for 25 min. I go for it....hop off the table and go to the desk, paper wrapper open in the back which is to the door.. and flip open the chart...In walks the doctor. Aha, he says...caught ya! Now is the time to stop writing this post. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.
Now you didn't think that I would post my real weight did you? I know that after the appointment, naughty old people that we are, you will find us at our favorite restaurant having a big breakfast. Now don't scold!
PS:... Back home and pooped. The doctor visit was a piece of cake. Everything was good...I had lost weight, and BP was nice and low. We got a phone call a minute ago and the lab results were in ....already! The only thing wrong is my triglycerides are a little elevated...he told me to increase the fish oil and drink more water. I can do that. Wow about 3 months ago I was getting ready for brain surgery and today got a clean bill of health. Yes!!Can you see me doing my victory dance???