1/12/11 There are clear indicators that today is THE day----females of all ages can appreciate the meaning of the “yearly check up.”
Legs shaved--✔ (pits too)
Teeth brushed, even tongue ✔ (not sure why, he doesn’t look in my mouth*)
Breath mints close by ✔ (just in case nerves bring on bad breath)
Lingerie coordinated ✔ (only the hook in the curtained area sees these, but it’s part of the routine)
Pre-visit diet of “plain” foods ✔ (Don’t want to embarrass self on the table)
Anything else would be TMI so I’ll end my checklist. Besides more than just the mental dread of “stirrups looming” and the anticipation of pain, there is the ensuing panic (of being found out) brought on by answering those questions.
- Any weight changes? No comment. (Scared /dreading to face the scales----knowing that every piece of Christmas fudge & divinity would join me there.)
- Meds? Are you taking your calcium & multi-vitamin? Well……sometimes. (rationalization offered that the Centrum silver (for old ladies) makes my stomach hurt.)
- Exercise? Hm-m-m….does chasing 6 little boys under the age of 8 count?
I can rationalize and make excuses for all the questions asked during this yearly “physical” check-up, just like I could if I were taking a yearly spiritual check-up. I would dread admitting that I’ve put some “heavy” stuff in my mind that would not be nourishing. I would have to admit that the sometimes inconsistent antidote to make me strong & not frail, would be the daily consistent intake of God’s word. I would have to admit that I need more exercise in the area of “deep meditation” not just the running through of the daily devotional passage in order to ✔ if off of my spiritual to do list. Wow---this is convicting to me. How about you?
*1/13/11 He actually did look in my mouth and even probed my neck---looking for tumors, I guess.
