Four Docs, A Shot and Ben Casey Would Know

I really don't mind 

having met the halfway mark through 

my 60's but it seems to have had

the effect of a starter pistol as far

as my health goes.

Monday was a bunch more blood work etc.

Today was two Drs, one brand new, four more tests,

and a shot for pneumonia.

My first injection in decades.

Coming up next, three more Drs, "specialists"

you see, who hopefully will have answers,

and it's safe to assume a lot more tests.

As of Sept last year I had never needed 

prescriptions for anything other than antibiotics

 every few years if I caught a winter "something",

birth control in my twenties, 

and I hadn't needed 

a Dr for more than annual exams in decades.

Now in 2018 I wander in and out of offices,

being passed around for x-rays, electrodes, 

zaps, pokes, scans and such.

I'm not too fond of this new routine.

I'm looking for the exit, or the big red stop button

that I can pound down with my fist.

I want the buzzer that signals the 

last round of the game, and get some solid answers.

Ben Casey would know.

I had a Ben Casey "Dr" shirt 

when I was in elementary

school and my girlfriends and I played hospital.

They were on team Kildare,

but I alone went the brooding, dark route,

never the All American blonde blue eyed type for me.

Team Casey all the way.

He could pull off a pocket protector yesiree bob.

Which explains why my next

grown up obsession was Armand

which morphed into

Do we see a pattern here Dr?

Neither of my husbands had 

what I now realize was "the look"

SO THAT'S what happened?!

Stay well my friends, stay well.

Z