I Do What?

I’m no prude but my new doctor was asking me to do something abhorrent

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I know I’m old enough to not be in fear of medical exams, but I am. I always have that apprehensive flutter of butterflies in my stomach when I sit in front of the doctor and he or she delivers some sobering news about some vague ailment that is going to change my eating, sleeping, or, alter the way I normally live my life.

I’m particularly sensitive about my digestive system.

I believe my phobia stems from the old fashion enemas administered to me by my mother while I was lying on the tile bathroom floor. Whenever I questioned the wisdom of these medical ministrations she assured me she was a retired nurse and knew what she wes doing.

Wellness check

Once a year my insurance pays for a wellness check. Now, at 82 years old, I feel I shouldn’t blow the checks off as I’d done in prior years.

I had aches and pains all over in parts I didn’t even know existed.

I felt it was time to take advantage of the benefit included in my coverage.

I was especially nervous when I entered the doctor assigned to me for this wellness visit.