The only bad thing about going to the doctor is the lack of magazine variety. 90% of them are “Golf” and “Boating Life”; my interest in either could be represented by an imaginary number (ah, for the days when 2 ± 3i meant something). There was a copy of “Business Traveler” that I already read last month’s visit, and “Highlights”.
There was no one else in the waiting room, so I broke out the “Highlights”.
It was actually mostly readable, except for the bad jokes. Goofus and Gallant–with a major makeover–were still there (raise your hand if you liked Goofus better). The Timbertoes, too.
After re-reading the bit on Russian cultural differences in “Business Traveler”, finally got to see the doc.
He’d just gotten back from vacation, and had this report: “All I did was sit on my ass.” I told him that was too bad, but he broke a big grin and told me how great that was! He and his wife visited Israel, and the most work he did was walk with his wife to go shopping.
So we went through the regular stuff:
- Weight. I’ve dropped six pounds in six months.* Doc didn’t like that.
- Medicine levels A-OK.
- Total cholesterol’s at 209. But my good cholesterol’s high, too (68, I think).
Don’t know why I made this “grilled cheese post”, but no sense in wasting all this good typing. (A “grilled cheese post” is an entry that’s a boring story of the blogger’s personal life. The term probably comes from the idea that people will post, “I had a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch today!” and think for some reason others will want to read it.)