Yesterday I became an adult. Yeah me. October 19, 2017 and I am no longer a little boy.
Before yesterday, very much so. Here is what happened:
First Doc visit in over five years for me yesterday. Every previous doctor took one look at me, left the profession and/or left the geographic area. So I became a happily, un-followed medical nomad for the last half-decade. Thing is, I still aged during that period, so...
New Doc for me, chosen how one chooses everything these days: online needle in a haystack. I read reviews, pondered the letters and numbers on my health insurance card and the fine print on their web site. I liked the practice's web site. So I guessed, last week made an appointment, and yesterday afternoon actually went. This was the most big-boy decision I've made in decades. Bigger than starting a business, fathering two children, etc. Way bigger.
There is good news and bad news about my health.
The good news: I did not die yesterday and may not do so today. Nothing made the Doc excllaim "Oh my GOD!". I also did not cry during two shots (this is quite an accomplishment for me). I hate shots. I even voted "yes" for the optional flu shot. I swear I no longer recognize the guy in the mirror.
The bad news: I will die. My age and belly are some measure of a toxic risk factor. Alas, I was unable to drop dozens of pounds between when I scheduled the Doc appointment last week, and when it occurred. I read this notes upside down "obese but healthy/muscular." My long-range goal remains for some casual acquaintance to remark "There goes a tall drink of water" when I walk by.
More bad news: I am shrinking. We're not talking Fantastic Voyage here, but I've lost roughly an inch since Jimmy Carter was President and I drove a '75 Plymouth Gran Fury.
The meh news: Yesterday was the last day of my life wherein I was one of those guys who did not have to take a pill a day to prevent something. Script waiting at Walgreens. Alas. I may or may not have elevated blood pressure too. Monitoring and then a recheck is planned. So maybe still more meds. Double icky alas.
The best news: The Doc is an Orioles fan, sci-fi guy, board gaming guy and all around nerd. We also shared concerns about Puerto Rico and more generally, politics. That seemed dangerous (if you know me, you know just what my views are), so we instead got lost in a discussion of the intricacies of Stratomatic Baseball. So there is that.
Further update after the lab is done poking, prodding and draining bodily fluids from my withering carcass. Aging sucks, is not for the faint of heart (no pun intended), but still may beat the alternative.