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Monday, September 28, 2020

Dinosaur Ages

 

As I've entered the Dinosaur Ages, I notice medical/health people are nipping at my heels and barking.

What? I need a bone density test every two years? Oh? My colonoscopy is every five years instead of 10 because the doc removed a few, non-problematic polyps? My dentist wants my teeth cleaned and checked every six months? Crap. I need a mammogram every six months because I have calcium deposits? The endo doc wants to talk to me about parathyroid surgery? Again? More x-rays and ulta-sounds? Checking again on kidney stones? A pap test again? Labs? Lots of Labs? Eek!

I know these medical professionals are protecting me and keeping me safe. But all this biting and barking makes me want to turn into a cheetah instead of a dinosaur so I can run ... fast!