"It is so nice the government cares about me."  I told my nice lady doctor at the Indian Reservation Clinic.  The natives get the care for free and I get this wellness check free now since I turned sixty five. 

   "They know it is cheaper to prevent problems." my doctor said.  That is true.   We talked about my addiction to sugar and she said they could put in a call for counseling and see what the government would cover and where to send me.  Medicare had sent me a notice that I was elgible for all these things.

                   Pap Test

                    Pelvic Exam

                    Colorectal

                     Mammogram

                     PPV   flu shot

                     Cardiovascular Stress Test

                     Diabetes test

                      Abdominal Aortic Aneurysm

                      Annual Wellness Visit

                      Cardiovascular Disease Behavioral Therapy

                      Depression Screening

                      Obesity Counseling

                      High Intensity Behavioral Counseling

  They really seem to know what my weaknesses are and want to help me get them under control before I really start costing them money.  They offered me all this help so I thought I would take it.   I don't want to be a burden on the State.  That makes me smile.  We are all burdens in the end.  Very few people just fall over dead.  It is usually a long road of decline.  

   Someone has to take care of people who are sick.  Our society is very good at trying to help everyone.  I feel fortunate to live in a country where the government is actually trying to get me to prevent the big bad stuff and stay healthy and productive longer.  It is not a nanny state.  It just makes sense.

   I sure wonder what that last one offers, High Intensity Behavioral Counseling.   They could make me into a superhuman robotic slave to the state and I wouldn't even know it.  I could be shaped so I would follow all the rules and be strong enough to lift cars to liberate people who were trapped in auto accidents.  If the government got me some high intensity behavioral counseling maybe they could help me stop eating a whole package of cookies in an afternoon.  Thank you Uncle Sam!