I had my annual Medicare wellness checkup on Tuesday.  This has (much to my dismay) replaced my thorough annual checkup of the past.  It included a tedious paper questionnaire.  I do get the necessity for medicine to be delivered more efficiently, but I miss the old-fashioned examination that comes with a conversation.

Much to my surprise, I saw a new nurse practitioner, not my primary care physician.  She was fine, just not what I expected. Much to my relief, all vital functions seem to be intact.  Her words when I left made it all worthwhile.

“You are an eighty-four-year-old in the body of a fifty-four-year-old.”