Before the first eye surgery I had to come in for a “physical examination” which turned out to involve a questionnaire (to which all the answers were “no”) and a blood pressure check. I was deeply annoyed at the requirement to travel all that way to repeat the farce this time. No, to my knowledge I STILL don’t have cancer, diabetes or any allergies.
The other thing that gets me about this process is that I seem to meet with somebody new every single time, and nobody will just read the records from the last time, so I keep answering the same stupid questions over and over. But in this case, for some reason it was an actual doctor who did an actual physical examination. Verdict? “You’re the healthiest person I’ll see today.”
He seemed to find it remarkable that at it’ll-be-sixty-next-month I don’t have any outstanding health problems or allergies, all my teeth, and – I’m actually quoting – “the heart rate and blood pressure of a serial killer.”
Which is funny, because when I lived in Socal I used to get scary blood pressure spikes, and the place drove me so nuts I occasionally considered becoming a serial killer.