New insurance = new doctors = a complete physical with the new doctor. Which is where I'll be 8 days from today. I've decided that at the advanced age of 60 I don't have to meekly comply with every indignity the new doctor decides he wants to inflict on me.
Therefore, I'm perfecting my hand slapping skills.
One of the sweetest memories of the last few days: standing at the sink washing dishes, feeling a small arm snake it's way around my thigh with a hug from the 3 year old grandson. Loved it.
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