Getting Old

In 365 days and 2 seconds you experience three ages. This has never been more evident to me than the last year.

I have gone from a young vibrant 49 years old, on June 19, 2006 at 11:59:59 PM to grandpa proportions of 51 as of June 20, 2007 at 12:00:01 AM. The age 50 in the middle just flew by.

Next Tuesday, as promised last winter when I was sick, I’ll be standing in the doctor’s office, a naked old man for a physical.

What is it with men that make us hate to go to the doctor? I always figure if it ain’t hurting then it ain’t broken and leave me alone.

All my stuff works, why go poking around?

The last time I went for a checkup the doctor called and went over my results. I thought how nice for such a busy man to take time and call me. Then he told me he wouldn’t have called if there wasn’t something out of line.

“Your PSAs are high Reggie.”

“No doc, you must be mistaken. I barely got into college with my scores. What’s this got to do with my health anyway?”

“Your PSAs measure the heath of your Prostate and yours are elevated”

Then he continued on bla, bla, bla, while my brain flipped over to panic mode imagining the end of Reggie as I know him.

It all turned out fine. But I learned two lessons.

Do not have intimate relations with your spouse moments before you leave to have a physical, and avoid the doctor.

3 comments:

Terri said...

It's not just men. I went a couple years ago and the doctor said, "It's been a while since you were here last." I agreed it had been a couple of years. I was then informed it had been 8 years! Oops!

Chris said...

I don't hate going to the doctor, I just hate going to OUR doctor. She's old, and not up to date with the newest medical findings. At least she doesn't get me to strip down to my sweet nothings for a sore throat, like some people I know...

Ali said...

Hey Chris - you're not supposed to tell people that our doctor is a lesbian and takes advantage of me every chance she gets!