You know you're old when...

I know I’m getting older because I go to specific doctors now, for specific conditions/body parts. When you’re a kid, mom drags you to the same guy every time. He gives you a shot, antibiotics, or funky tasting medicine and problem solved. Now if there’s something wrong with me I find a doctor who specializes in whatever it is.

Today I went to a heart specialist. I’m probably just being paranoid, but I’ve had some unexplained chest pains so I just wanted to get checked out and make sure there’s nothing wrong with the old ticker. I am paying for health insurance, so I might as well use it! I’ll go back in August for a stress test, but the doctor said that everything sounded ok, and that it is probably just something muscular. Being fat, lazy, and out of shape doesn’t help much either I suppose.

I did feel young in the waiting room though surrounded by old people. I swear they were all giving me dirty looks thinking “what in tarnation does that young’n think he’s doin’ here anyway?”

Two old guys, one on the way in, and one on the way out, both remarked about how hot it was. I thought “hey, you’re old, you must’ve seen hotter” but they were just being nice. I guess I should relate since I feel like I’m 80 sometimes.

I made it back to work just in time to go out to lunch where I had an Italian beef with cheese, fries, and a banana malt for dessert. Healthy, eh?