the daysman

The Physician Assistant’s clip board is on the examining table, and she leans close, earnest and professional, asking questions about my health history as though they weren�t already in the file, as though I hadn�t said the same thing a dozen times. She seems unconcerned that my dad just died of a heart attack.

It’s an interesting concept, an annual check up. For me, it comes in January, when many people are doing some sort of reviewing and planning anyway. It’s a time for resolutions and regrets. And for remembering.