Friends and family have been gently reminding me to get a physical for the simple reason that I’m over fifty and the last one I had was twenty years ago when I was getting ready to go to camp (as a counselor) and under my contract I had to have one. It’s a guy thing; I feel fine, I’m not obese, Bob and I do a brisk thirty-minute walk at lunch that covers about a mile or so around downtown Miami, and I still feel like I’m in my thirties. But time, tide, and cholesterol wait for no man, so I finally caved a couple of weeks ago and did the whole bit: blood, EKG, echocardiogram, etc. etc. I saw the doctor today to get the results.
As Lt. Commander Data would say, “All systems are functioning within normal parameters.”