The tale of the tape
Got my annual physical this afternoon. I'm in pretty good shape for the shape I'm in. Hope to get my Yellow Fever vaccine updated later this week for the Congo trip. Weight-wise, I've got five pounds left to lose before leaving for Sea Base. Eyesight is worsening with age. Other numbers are strong (my BP amazed even me today). Tired a lot, but then the old warhorse has been ridden hard and put away wet too many times. I'll make it a while yet.
I've been getting a physical for Boy Scout summer camp or for high adventure almost every year for at least thirty years now. My file of old physicals furnishes a pretty good health history on me. Which is why I get impatient with the Conference nagging me about getting a Health Screening done. My health is more than adequately screened, I assure you. I still remember one such screening where they told me (the guy who goes hiking year-round and backpacking in the mountains) that I should walk more.
Still, however good the numbers are, nothing can obscure the fact that age is taking its toll.
I went to see my doctor for my annual medical exam;
Standing there in the buff, when suddenly he said, "Man!"
I said, "What is it, doc, some fatal disease? I got to know the score."
He said, "No, you just don't look good naked anymore."