The nurse practitioner from the VA
has an appointment with me at my
apartment today—yearly physical,
you know.
I’m 75, still alive with arthritic pains
here and there. I have smoked some
60 of my years away, and I have
managed to wake up yet another
day today.
Can’t expect much more than that
given my poor condition and advan-
cing age. I could have told the good
nurse so over the phone . But VA
protocol demands a patient visit
face-to-face on an annual basis.
So, in deference to her health and well
being, I’ll slide the patio door open
and air the place out before she gets
here.
She has other people to see after me
and other places to go. Not me, though.
I look forward to lighting up after she’s
gone. At my age, you see, it’s the simple
things I have to look forward to.
Seems to me, good health these days
of my old age, and nurse’s visits from
the VA just get in the way.
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Chris Hanch 10-25-2022
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