Oh the wonderful indignities of being human, eh?
I recall, quite well, visiting the OB-GYN’s office while I was pregnant with the lad. I saw the inside of that office on a frequent basis and was rather surprised at the number of older women (I’d say in their mid to late 70s) who’d come in smelling like the bottom of a still.
I mentioned that to the doctor. Wondering how often that happened. More often than I’d imagine, he said. But if that’s what it takes to get them there, so be it. Getting them there was more important than what it took to get them there.
I wonder if that’s as frequent an occurrence as it used to be.
Posted by Kate on 09/10/04 at 12:14 PM
Damn. I’d never thought of fortifying myself with booze before a doctor’s app’t, and now I don’t drink. Well, shucks.
And N, I hear ya, buddy.
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Heh! He still has quite a while before the fun-fun-fun of annual physicals in one’s dotage.
F’rinstance, I’m quite happy that I turned 50 just a little while before the recommendation for the every-five-years colorectal screening procedure was “upgraded” from sigmoidoscopy to colonoscopy. The former is an indignity of minor discomfort, the latter (I’m told) is a larger indignity of appreciably larger discomfort.
Still somewhere over a year until I’m “due” for my next major screening. Till then, it’s just those annual digital palpations of the prostate to look forward to.