…a day makes.
Yesterday: Had my annual physical. Doc says that my stats show that I’m actually in better shape than at my last physical.
Today: Wake up with post-nasal drip and a sore throat.
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…a day makes.
Yesterday: Had my annual physical. Doc says that my stats show that I’m actually in better shape than at my last physical.
Today: Wake up with post-nasal drip and a sore throat.
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Stay away from them physickers – they hang out with a lot of sick people.
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The odds were stacked against me: there was the doctor’s office, and New Wife works at a local pox petri dish a.k.a. preschool.
One way or another, I was doomed.
I went to a legalized drug dealer yesterday. This one was a cardiologist. He tried to convince me that a box of cigars a year are bad for me. I don’t care. my smoking hobby is not addictive to me at all. I go long periods without a cigar or pipe tobacco. I’d rather enjoy my life than live like a monk into my 90s. I’m satisfied with my diet so no change there will be made. Exercise, well I should spend more time out from behind the computer. The weather and my interests will impact this more than anything.
Stay safe in the doctor’s offices. Either their other patients or the nag in the white coat can be dangerous.
JQ