It’s time to admit that I just turned 65. Yesterday I went to the Hope Clinic in Lawrenceville for my “Welcome to Medicare Physical.” Several people I’ve talked to since then said, “So it was free, huh?”
“Nope,” I said. “I paid for it over the years, and now I’m reaping the benefit.”
Anyway, this physical, something bees never have to go through, is designed to establish a base line for any future exams. After the doctor asked, discussed, prodded, measured, and poked, he glanced at his paperwork, looked confused, and said, “Uh…um…excuse me a moment, please,” and he left the room.
When he came back some time later he told me that he’d “had no idea what was the diagnosis code for perfectly healthy,” since he hardly ever used it, so he’d had to go ask someone.
He also told me that if I didn’t want a colonoscopy, he didn’t see any reason why I had to have one.
He’s my kind of doctor!
BEEattitude for Day #450:
Blessed are those who do what they have to do when they have to do it, for they shall feel a good sense of accomplishment.
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