Well, that was lackluster. I went to the doctor and got a physical. I didn’t know what to expect, except that I hadn’t had a physical in a long time. Okay, so I go to the counter and I end up being led to the exam room by a lady with a thick Spanish accent. I was told I might get a female doctor, so okay, let’s get this over with. The lady asks me all the prelim questions, she weighs me (I’m a FAT PIG) and takes my vitals. She then says, “Okay the doctor will be with you in a moment.”
When the doctor shows up, she turns out to be quite attractive and immediately I’m thinking, “Oh shit! I gotta drop my drawers, and YOU’RE going to check my oil? Oh man…”
But, none of that happened, which was both a relief and a letdown. I mean, hey I’m here, let’s do it, ya know? Whatever, I did get hooked up to an EKG though. That lasted all of 30 seconds and now I have a couple of circles shaved into my chest hair. Sweet.
End result? I’m healthy, with a good heartbeat, good blood pressure and now I’m immunized against tetanus and the flu and against prostostatisteeneioneestistone, or something like that. And I’ll see where my cholesterol levels are at in a few days.
I’d sure hate to have had to show her what Big Jonny shows us on Drunk Cyclist. I sure dodged that bullet.