This morning: got up far too early, dragged my sleepy carcass out to the car, drove over to a neighboring town for a physical exam. There really is nothing like standing in a small, chilly, unfamiliar room, half-awake, pants around your knees, a stranger poking around your testicles and getting to know your prostate far too intimately. A stranger because my previous g.p. moved on a little more than a year and a half ago, me not getting around to replacing her until now.
Something that caught my attention: the medical history sheet they gave me to fill out while waiting for the exam essentially consisted of nothing but dire symptoms or catastrophic medical events. No uplifting possibilities, no cheerful options, no way to say, "I'm healthy! Wheeee!" (Except by leaving the page unwritten on.) Strange.
A p.a. took care of me, a good guy -- tall, slender, 50-something, with short, receding gray hair and a serious demeanor. I think I kept him entertained, something he seemed to experience as a pleasant surprise. Maybe more accustomed to patients not having much fun.
And yeah, he had me turn my left to the left and cough. Two times. Maybe three -- I was having so much fun I may have lost count. (And what's with the to-the-left thing? A blatant indication of the medical profession's liberal bias?) (Note to medical profession: just kidding.)
Outside, rain came down as it has for most of the last week. The exception: two afternoons ago, when the clouds suddenly gave way, allowing a couple of hours' worth of sunshine/blue sky, long enough to dry out the lawn, making possible a hasty bout of mowing. (Kind of like trying to sweep all the sand off the beach, given the rate at which the rain has the greenery growing in these parts.) Until big, unfriendly-looking banks of dark clouds pushed in, bringing torrential downpours, thunder and lightning producing big-time celestial fireworks that lasted well into the night, the kind of house-shaking display that would scare the bejesus out of most family dogs.
And during all of this, I slave away in the wake of a whole bunch of unexpected, disruptive computer wackiness.
But that's a story for another, far more long-winded entry.
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In blossom -- Montpelier, Vermont:
España, te echo de menos.
rws 12:06 PM [+]
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