I had my annual full medical this morning.
I'm male, over 55. That's 2 out of 3 (or more) risk factors for heart disease.
I'm always a bit concerned about what he'll find this time around. But the prostrate checked out okay... That's always a good time...NOT!.
And every year I ask myself WHY did I pick a family doctor who toured with the Barbarian Rugby team. He has hands that were designed to continue his family's business, digging the peat-bog in Ireland. I also didn't know my prostrate was in my chest somewhere. I now know why his examination table has a headboard so he won't throw me off onto the floor. I now know why the double doors and extra soundproofing. If he ever decided to become a potter, he would be able to throw an out-door fountain with those hands. Thorough he is, gentle he's not.
Till next year, you bastard. . . . .
Get it done, guys. Your life depends on it.