Various people (some on here, some around home) have been bullyragging me to get my tender young fundament to the doctor for a checkup and some prescription refills.
I've been somewhat negligent on this for financial reasons, but with a bit of help I went today.
This doctor is part of a family practice that has been my health care provider since at least 1957. They are the reason I am still trundling across Planet Earth.
Doc and I spoke of many things, including my financial situation. He said (and this is a quote) that he'd rather treat me for free than see me with no medical supervision.
I was humbled.
I don't care if it's trolling the gutter for cigarette butts so's I can make and sell roll-yer-own off brands, I am sticking with this physician and will make all attempts to keep financially
current with him -- Obamacare be d@mn3d...
Anyway, got the appropriate blood drawn, and he loaded me up with six months' medication from the sample room, and prescriptions on the $10/3mos list down at the big box store
pharmacy (two big name medications for diabetes control and cholesterol control are FREE, to build up business there).
Pills? I got pills coming out the buns...
Speaking of buns...
My chart said that it had been well over a year since I'd been in, he noted as he pulled on the rubber glove...
...@#$%^&@$#%$^%&...
A manual prostate exam is a constant reminder of why I'm not gay, he said, sitting gingerly in front of the keyboard...