I'm practicing. Procrastination. ::: Goes like this: My self-titled doctor gave me this form to go to the horsepistol for blood tests and a cardiogram. That was in June. Haven't gone yet. They might find something. You know how those doctors are. Always looking for trouble. lol ::: Wish it were that simple. ::: This M.D. - a G.P., family doctor to you. - at our local Walk-in Clinic - a few years back was supposed to give me the Annual Flu Shot I go for every October. ::: Routine stuff any Nurse can do. ::: Well, she reaches for a hypodermic needle on the table behind her and stabs me with it, and drops the needle so fast you would have thought she had caught on fire, as all the blood ran out of her head. White as a sheet. I laugh, "O.K. So what happened?" Doctor: "I gave you the wrong shot." "You what?", says I still laughing, "What did you give me? Am I going to die?" Yes, I know. I'm incorrigible. She doesn't say, but turns around picks up her syringe off the floor, turns around and picks up another syringe on the table behind her. OOPS! Gives me another shot. "I want you to wait in the waiting room for 15 minutes before you leave." So, I go into the waiting room where my girlfriend had just had her Flu Shot and, laughing, I tell Claire what happened in the doctor's office. Claire was shocked. "And you're laughing?" she says, "that's terrible. Doctors are NOT allowed to make MISTAKES. I'd be furious and would report her. That's serious." Still laughing, "Oh, Claire. I'm not dead, am I? I'm still here and if I'm laughing, I must be alive." Claire: "Gwen, that's just like YOU. You are impossible." Me: "I know. It's my middle name. Impossible. It was a mistake, Claire. Not a serious one. It happens. Let's go have a bite to eat somewhere. Not waiting around this joint. It's full of *sick* people. I might catch something." LOL - ::: Well, that was a long time ago, but I've never forgotten it, and never will. Of course Claire was correct. ::: Dr. Brilliant is still my G.P. However, I trust her about as far as I can throw her. It's not like I'm sick or anything, I just need her for routine stuff like Blood Pressure testing and to have my Scripts refilled every six months. ::: But Blood tests? Cardiograms? Phooey. ::: I'll either live or I'll die. If I'm not sick - and I'm in better shape and condition than most 193 year olds - it's a waste of valuable hospital resources. If were sick, I wouldn't be going to a lousy Walk-In Clinic, I'd be in an ambulance and going into Emerg, touta sweetie. ::: Stay away from doctors, and hospitals. Specially hospitals. They are full of sick and dying people. ::: Dr. Brilliant, I am convinced is either a horse doctor or graduated at the bottom of her class. ::: Btw, 'welcome to Medicare' Quebec style. Like Welfare, they do not fare thee well. :: And that's my story of the day. It's the truth, and I'm sticking to it. :::