This will be short and sweet because I must run off to a doctor’s appointment. I don’t remember if it’s the dermatologist or the ophthalmologist. I’ll have to consult my calendar, so I don’t wind up waiting an hour in the wrong office.
I also must check my wallet to make sure I replaced my insurance card after the last doctor’s visit, and that I have cash, check, or credit card for the co-pay.
Oh, and I’d better verify the status of my underwear, just in case today’s appointment turns out to be with the gynecologist.
I used to look forward to this time of the year. I happily anticipated the cooler weather and all the upcoming holiday festivities. Now fall has a whole new meaning. It has turned into check-up season.
My car also receives regular check-ups. But I take it to one place, and they examine all the moving parts.
People, on the other hand, are required to see specialists. Hence, I’m spending the equivalent of an entire month rotating among medical offices.
I don’t think it’s my imagination, but with every passing year the maintenance lists seem to grow longer. This year I added a retinologist, who, after the exam, suggested I see my ophthalmologist who forwarded me to an optometrist. I also added a cardiologist. Or was that the year before?
Some visits I don’t mind so much. For example, seeing the dermatologist is definitely less stressful than a visit to the gastroenterologist. After all, the only preparation required is that I remove my makeup, rather than the contents of my intestines.
The radiologist’s office was kind enough to send me a letter to remind me it was time for my annual mammogram. I’m not sure whether I will squeeze that in (pun intended) before or after I see the dentist.
I also have a podiatrist on the payroll, but he had his turn last month. The periodontist shall have to wait until next month. And I better get to that orthopedist before he leaves for vacation.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining, only observing. I’m grateful that, so far, all outcomes have been good. And I shall continue to do what it takes to keep it that way.
I just don’t understand how someone who feels so young could have body parts that are apparently so old. (Except for my left shoulder, which is brand new!)
