Annual Physical

I went to my “annual” physical yesterday (annual in title only). Not to worry, it was only a routine checkup. I hear that’s what you do when you start getting older and I have always been a bit of a prodigy =) [again…comment functionality is disabled] Actually, I thought it might be nice to actually HAVE a GP so I didn’t have to always steal Amy & Emily’s prescription pads. =) =) [double smiley face]

First of all, why does EVERY.single.person in a doctor’s office get to wear scrubs? Listen lady, you and I do the EXACTLY the same job – why do you get to wear the World of Disney pajamas to work while I have to sit at home and work in my… oh, nevermind. (Seriously…why does ANYONE get to wear the World of Disney scrubs to work?)

There isn’t really all that much to a physical…get weighed, get grouchy, get blood taken. The nurse did take my vital signs and they turned out to be…well…not so vital. Seems that I have a resting heart rate of 43. Now, I don’t even…like…watch ER, so I don’t know what that means – but the doctor DID exclaim ”WOW – 43! That’s like professional-athlete low. Did you used to be a professional athlete???” ummm.….am I being Punk’d? Turns out I have the biology of a professional athlete even if I have the habits of a professional twinkie-eater. Sorry doc, those 9-minute milers [I wish] aren’t making the pros like they used to and no.I.don’t.play.basketball. No wonder I never have any trouble sleeping…turns out....I’m barely awake.