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When we were young we’d go for weeks And nary a doctor we’d see. But now that our senior years have arrived Seems that hardly a moment is free. Appointments accumulate day after day - It’s hard to keep them all straight. The dates and the times all mix in my head – Is tomorrow my eyes or my weight? My calendar says my dentist I’ll see - 'Twas Friday I’m sure that he said – But his office just called to tell me - oh no! I should be there this morning instead. The heart doctor wants me on Tuesday PM, The same day I’m due for a scan. The neurologist gave me a change in my date To a day that I have other plans. Although I’m aware that my age is advanced I’m still walking and feeling just fine. So why am I in this ridiculous state? Maybe your guess is better than mine!

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Date: 7/12/2021 11:48:00 AM
I thought my annual check-up was supposed to be this morning, but have not received a reminder from the doctor's office, so perhaps it isn't. Better to die in peace than in pieces . . . . .Enjoyed!
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Barbara Peckham
Date: 7/12/2021 1:40:00 PM
I appreciate your comment and your feelings. We do de[end on those reminders. I have gone to the doctor a week early by mistake!
Date: 7/11/2021 12:57:00 PM
i can relate to this one 100%, barbara! well done!
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Barbara Peckham
Date: 7/11/2021 4:06:00 PM
Thank you again for reading and commenting.