I had a medical check up today, or I guess a follow up or a "something's up." As it was not a physical exam, or an appointment because I am physically ill--I stress the physically ill part, because the jury isn't in yet on the mental part.--I didn't have to get naked. I'm sure this was a great disappointment to my doctor, because as you know, an overweight, out of shape, almost 65 year-old body naked in the examining room brightens up everyone's day.
The other good thing about a follow up versus an annual physical exam is there are no stirrups involved. I am always glad of that because I am philosophically opposed to putting my feet in stirrups unless there is a horse between my thighs, and since I'm not a cowgirl, I just balk at the thought.
Actually, now that I think about it, I'm not sure there was a reason for today's appointment, other than to create an income stream for my physician so she can pay off her medical school loans. I guess I'll just regard it as my contribution to Obama's stimulus plan.
Who knew? It seems retirement is fattening. My weight was up 5 pounds since my last visit in the early spring. It must be retirement; there can't be any connection between number of Hersey kisses consumed, vodka gimlets imbibed, or pepperoni pizzas ingested since that day in April when I was officially released from work. . .I may have to reassess the situation--which could result in more time spent in the Chamber of Horrors!