It has been a long time since I had a physical exam. I chose a Black doctor at an Indian Clinic with a Caucasian woman doctor who gave me a pap check and breast exam. She shared the results with me today. Blood pressure good, Cholestrol 205 and should be under 200. Same as ten years ago. The bad was high and that made the difference. She said exercise would help like a Cardio workout. I don't think that is something I want to do tho.
My tests including the sexual ones were just fine. My Hemoglobin is a bit high and she said that could mean so many different things. It wasn't extreme so we let it go. She was very nice as she felt inside and outside my body. She was fifteen minutes late for the appointment and the receptionist said she had some personal problems. I think I helped her by being a patient without a trauma involved. She said I was one of the few she sees who does not take any meds.
The other Doctor had made me stand with my eyes closed and balance. He told me I have good genes. I imagine I could be perfect if I lost fifty pounds but I really resent that thinking. I don't want to be perfect. I don't want to live forever. I will wear out eventually like the Velveteen Rabbit. That is ok.
After the physical I went to the grocery store and bought some good things to eat and some bad things. I ate the bad things first like the Blue Bunny ice cream with strawberries and bananas on top. Or maybe that was a good thing. I get so confused. Dairy is only bad for some people. Sugar is only bad for some people and my glucose levels are fine.
Then I found some Nutella. I had never tried it before and wanted something to take the place of Peanut Butter which I eat by the spoon full. However that Nutella is more expensive and even more addicting than Peanut Butter. Hummus would probably be a better choice.
I am a body. I like my body until I get around someone who makes me feel odd. The doctors seemed to think I am fine. Catastrophic thinking could make anything seem worse than it is. The doctors really don't have much to go on. A few blood and pee tests, a little groping and some conversation. I want that little thing they used in Star Trek that can analyze your body after a quick pass.
I took my mom to see her new doctor. After three temper tantrums by her handsome doctor who we went to after she couldn't understand the doctor from India we changed to a young woman. Mom is worried that she is a DO and not an MD. But she is affiliated with a big doctor group here and works part time since she takes care of her little boys the rest of the time. Mom wondered why she didn't hire someone to take care of the boys since she was a rich doctor. I suggested that maybe she loved them. Foreign concept.
My mom only takes a half of a blood pressure pill a day and drops for glaucoma. She has pain in her back and legs but it doesn't stop her from going go go go. She is fierce. We are going to the hot tub at her community park today. We had her records transfered from the handsome temper tantrum doctor to this young lady doctor. A woman doctor was hard to find. The record department was a locked room where they only talked to you outside the door in the hallway. Very odd how medical records have become like gold lately.
This was my free physical for turning sixty five and going on medicare. I want to thank the goverment for seeming to care how I am doing and I know they just hope that I won't cost them more money as my life putters to a stop. I do not have much faith in medical doctors. I am glad they are there in emergencies but as far as catching some horrible thing before it happens they aren't great at that. Stuff happens and without warning you face a complicated situation. Who will be in your corner? Is it a fight to the end? I do not want to rage, rage against the dying of the light. I just want to go peacefully and with some dignity.