My husband's very faithful about getting his yearly checkup with the doctor. I'm not as good. After skipping a couple of years, I decided to bite the bullet and make the appointment. Part of the problem was that the doctor I was really beginning to feel comfortable with moved out of town. (Hope it wasn't because of me.)
I found another doctor much closer to home and covered under our insurance policy (gotta love those insurance agencies). The appointment went well. I gave blood at the lab and signed up for the mammogram and, at the suggestion of the doctor, a bone density test. The bone density is so that we will have a base line to judge whether or not my bones are thinning or I'm just shrinking from drying out in the hot sun (I wish--we have 12" of snow today).
When Bob comes home from the doctor's office, he's usually a little agitated because the doctor uses the phrase, "...for a man your age."
"What is that supposed to mean," he rants. "For a man your age. You just don't want to hear 'for a man your age'."
I generally humor him and soothe the bear in him with some chocolate chip cookies.
So, the other day, I finally get my report on my bone density test and what does it say? "You have normal bone density FOR A WOMAN YOUR AGE."
Where are those chocolate chip cookies?
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