Word came, after dinner yesterday, that another long-time friend has died. Although I had known her personally about 20 years, she had known my family, and other friends, for a lifetime, having grown up and lived in the same small town where I grew up. We had a connection, a bond, and we worked very well together. She lived an amazing life, leaving a great legacy of family, friends, and good works. I will miss her.
If you are of a certain age here in the United States, your doctor’s visits are covered by Medicare. Medicare allows so many medical visits, procedures, followups, etc. Then, if you are very fortunate, you have additional medical insurance through previous employment and part of retirement packages. Terry and I have three insurance coverages, so that by the time the last billing amount comes due, it’s all been paid. I am very grateful. BUT, that also means doctors have no hesitation in ordering every test, procedure, and followup appointment.
This morning I called and cancelled a six-month followup with my general practitioner, whom I really like and who does a good job. I feel fine. My blood pressure is holding. And, when looking at my calendar for the next six weeks, I can see that I have no time for appointments or other tests that my doctor is apt to order, “just to make sure…”
As I previously wrote, the pace is quickening. I have things that I really want to do, priorities that give me pleasure, people with whom I want to spend time. And no where in there is the desire to sit in a medical office.