One-Forty Four Over Ninety

My love for the medical establishment continues. I went to my annual physical last Wednesday, looking for a clean bill of health and a referral. Instead, I got orders to check my blood pressure five times a day and an uninformed dismissal of my referral request.

I have no doubt that my doctor is a well-intentioned man. He'd have to be, considering the way he dresses himself. Picture this: thirty-something, 5'11", one hundred and fifty pounds, night-vision pale, dressed in a ratty blue oxford, a two-sizes-too-big checkered jacket, and olive slacks hemmed for an impending flood.

Clearly, this is a man more concerned with the practice of medicine than making the cover of GQ, a fact that I found reassuring—for approximately five minutes.

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