Rites of passage
I went in for a physical today, and I walked out with a piece of paper directing me where to go for my first mammogram. I suppose it's getting harder and harder to deny that I really am getting older. (To be fair, my mother and my grandmother both had breast cancer, so I need to start with them sooner than I might otherwise. I'll keep telling myself that. ;) ) Otherwise, I appear to be as reasonably healthy as can be expected, other than waiting to see what the results of the blood sugar/thyroid/cholesterol/etc. screenings say. Would've been nice if they'd told me when scheduling my appointment that I was supposed to fast this morning. Oops. At least I managed to not get myself overly drunk on the nice bottle of scotch I opened last night The next month will probably see me making more medical appointments than I have in the last two years. Oh joy. How much do I love going to the doctor?