Earlier this morning, I went for my tri-annual physical exam with my doc. It's one of those things I do to keep myself healthy - even though I can't say it's something I ever exactly anticipate with gladness.
I am of the generation that always had and always watched television, and whenever I'm scheduled to see my doc, I fear what I call the Marcus Welby syndrome. Do you remember all those dear old friends of Marc's who would go in to see him for something ever so minor and then receive a terminal diagnosis?
'Marc, this hangnail is bothering me.'
'Let's do some tests....oh dear, I don't know how to tell you this...'
Whenever I go to see my own doc, I've already made a visit with jolly old Doc Welby first. But I'm a firm believer in using the medical community as my consultants to help keep me well, and despite any old fears, I get myself to see my doc, to have my mammograms, to get my teeth cleaned and examined, to have my eyes checked, to monitor my bone density, and have regular bloodwork.
But certainly, I'm really, really glad when I've had a productive appointment, and the tapping, probing, and smearing are over!
Such is the case today. Hah! Take that Marcus Welby! My commitment to exercise raised my good cholesterol by 6 points and lowered my triglycerides by 30! I now have a plan to address the hot flashes that disturb my sleep, and a greater determination to add more food discipline to my wellness goals. And my doc says that at least on paper, I look like a woman half my age! Hah! I beat the Marcus Welby syndrome today - what could make me feel healthier?
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