And then the doctor paused…
Despite being a 40-year old man, despite having nearly 700 hundred miles in cycling workouts this year, and despite having a 5-year track record of relatively good health, my mom insisted I “go see a doctor” before we leave.
Mom. Really? I am not sure if it’s every mom or just mine, but I get nowhere when her mind is made up. And today was no exception. She’s worried about my heart – which is the perfectly logical thing for a loving mother to worry about!
I wasn’t going to do it – and she wasn’t going to make me. But in time and after all the usual banter and stalling techniques, I had an appointment at 8am sharp with a cardiac specialist. (The last time I tried to get into a specialist it took 2 months – how did she do in 11 hours? Perhaps the doctors can’t win with my mom either!)
At promptly 8 a.m., I was in my seat in the waiting room filling out a medical history form and shortly thereafter I was escorted into the examination room. After the nurse took my vitals, the doctor walked in looking at a clipboard. With out breaking stride he pulled up a twirly chair, wheeled it gracefully toward me and looked up … And then the doctor paused.
In the eternal moments of the pause, I could read every word being processed in the computer of his mind: This guy is overweight. Note to self, “Overweight lecture numbers 1, 2, and 5.”
In reality, he did a pretty good job recovering from the initial assessment before launching overweight lectures 1, 2 and 5. And I actually appreciate the care he’ll be giving as he performs “a few tests to see where we’re at.”
All in all, the doctor was a pretty nice guy, but doesn’t it always hit you right where it counts when you know you should be taking care of something and you’re just not. I am discovering there are so many parallels between health and finances. They are two areas of life where we know we need to exercise discipline, we need to train and keep in shape, but it’s so easy to just not.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to wrap it up, because I have to call my mom and tell her what’s happening…
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