...on the ABC's of Aging, and since there are a whole friggin' boatload several Castle residents who have passed the mid-century mark, I'd just like to offer this cautionary tale as a helpful reminder to anyone planning to visit the doc for a checkup (do that fast, before ObamaCare kicks in, cuz chances are your present doc will have switched to a more lucrative line of work, such as panhandling):
Heh. Tip o' the scratched and dented SPH-4 to Doc Eric -- who got smart and retired already.
An ol' guy (I'll call him Bob, because I can) goes for a physical. All of his tests come back with normal results.
The doctor says, "Okay, Bob, everything looks great . How are you doing mentally and emotionally? Are you at peace with God?"
Bob replies, "God and I are tight, Doc. He knows I have poor night vision now that I am older, so he's fixed it so when I get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, *poof!* The light goes on. When I'm done, *poof!* The light goes off."
"Wow, that's incredible," the doctor says.
A little later in the day, the doctor calls Bob's wife and says, "Bob is doing fine! But I had to call you because I'm in awe of his relationship with God. Is it true that he gets up during the night, and *poof!* the light goes on in the bathroom, and when he's done, *poof!* the light goes off?"
"Oh, good grief!" exclaims the missus. "He's peeing in the refrigerator again!"
_________________________________________________________The doctor says, "Okay, Bob, everything looks great . How are you doing mentally and emotionally? Are you at peace with God?"
Bob replies, "God and I are tight, Doc. He knows I have poor night vision now that I am older, so he's fixed it so when I get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, *poof!* The light goes on. When I'm done, *poof!* The light goes off."
"Wow, that's incredible," the doctor says.
A little later in the day, the doctor calls Bob's wife and says, "Bob is doing fine! But I had to call you because I'm in awe of his relationship with God. Is it true that he gets up during the night, and *poof!* the light goes on in the bathroom, and when he's done, *poof!* the light goes off?"
"Oh, good grief!" exclaims the missus. "He's peeing in the refrigerator again!"
Heh. Tip o' the scratched and dented SPH-4 to Doc Eric -- who got smart and retired already.
Speaking of docs. we are seeing some interesting developments down here in the Old South - my long-term primary guy sent notice earlier in the year that he is turning into a concierge plan practice, if I want to stay with him (and I was "invited" to), then I have to pay a $1,500 yearly fee. Which provides me with "24-hour, 365-day access to his services, and no more co-payments." Which I already have, and co-payments equal about $40 a year at this point. Then we went looking for a new doc, and it seems that more than half the ones we contacted are doing the same thing, and most of the others are not accepting new patients.
I guess the specter of Obamacare is already having an impact. We finally got in with a doc with a new practice, a former Army surgeon, in fact.
A tale told about a friend in the third person.
And stop calling me Grandpa.
Well, Gramps, how did I do, do I get it right?
Everyone thinks I'm nuts for laughing so hard.
Who runs at my age? That jogging stuff will kill you quicker than natural causes will...