New Year’s resolutions have been written down. At the top of the list, “…go get yourself checked out by a doctor”. Simply stated, “Get a physical”. My original doctor and I had both moved offices in the last two years and he was just too far away and too inconvenient. I did some doctor searching in December and I knew who and where. I didn’t base my decision solely on convenience. I liked what I had heard about him and I liked that he was ten minutes up the street from my office. Appointment booked!

Tuesday, January 21, 2014, 9:30am (CST): I arrived early enough to fill out the paperwork. I have no allergies and no unusual medical history so this didn’t take long. In the weeks leading up to my appointment I kept a running list of ailments and concerns I wanted to mention and maybe discuss with the doctor in my 2014 moleskine. At forty-six years old, every single time I have left my doctor’s office I have forgotten about that one something on my mind. Not this time, I have a list. Looking back on my graph papered list I see black and blue ink, felt tip and ball point notes by my list in a mismatch of cursive and printed numbers and letters…neat and organized. I have built the list over the last three weeks. Today is gonna be a good day…I have my list.