I’m a Doctor, Jim, not a comedian!
If you are a Star Trek fan you will understand the title. Every year, I manage to keep a light-hearted attitude at my annual exam. (Except for the anxiety about my weight, of course.) I arrived early, allowing me to be in the waiting area long enough to chat with someone who went to my high school, gush with envy over someone expecting her first great-great-grandchild, and meet a woman from Australia. When I got my blood drawn, the phlebotomist did not mention how beautiful my veins are. I felt a need to point that out to her. Realizing her oversight, she quickly agreed and expounded on that subject. In the examination room, my nurse asked me to sit on the table, which also serves as a scale. She noted and announced my weight. Hearing that number read aloud is always more embarrassing than being undressed. She then asked if I would agree to take the memory test. I gave an enthusiastic “yes.” She showed me a clipboard with three words circled. I was to look at the words and then r...
