Samhain Waxing Moon of the Winter Solstice
Annual physical tomorrow morning. This ritual obeisance to the gods of health and long life are, of course, futile. No matter how closely we monitor our health, no matter how compliant with diet, exercise and medicines, no matter how meditative and calm we can keep ourselves, entropy will win the day. It just takes too much energy to keep us fastened together much longer than 90 years, give or take 10 years. My goal has been, for a long time, not to die from something I could have prevented. So far, so good.
All kidding aside, I’m happy to do these visits once a year since it’s a minimal investment in surveillance of and for my health. I do have some anxiety each time though. Any one of these visits could be the one. You know, the one where doctor calls back. Ooops. We need to do more tests. Uh-oh. And, I’m sorry I have to tell you this, there’s just no good way.
In my fantasy this visit never happens. I live a reasonably healthy life into my late 80’s, early 90’s, then death comes calling. That’s what I’m aiming for, being healthy till I’m dead.
My new doc, Tom Davis, is a careful guy, an i dotter and a t crosser. I like that in a doctor. He’s also calm, unflappable. I like that, too.
This is my next to last physical under the old regime of private health care carried by Kate and paid for jointly by her and Allina. Two years from now, I’ll be just another anchor on the ship of our economy, dipping into Medicare to pay these bills.
Here’s to a boring visit and uneventful news.