My employer provides urgent care-type clinics in a few locations, and we get money added to our health spending accounts if we go in, have our blood drawn, some quickie lab work done, and a 15 minute consultation with the nurse practitioner to tell us where we’re going wrong.
I did that. All in all, things went well, they score all my metrics right on site. The only concern they had was that I’d forgotten my BP meds this morning, since I wasn’t following my usual routine, so it was something like 4,000,000/infinity, and she asked my why I thought it was so high, and I casually asked, “You do have a job, right? And you follow the news?”
Other than that, she pronounced me “quite fit,” and I want to point out to our British friends that “fit” is another one of those slang words that has a different meaning here to there - I
may be US fit, but I’m definitely not UK fit.
they’re also hosting a cookout for employees who are also veterans at the work facility across the parking lot, so I’m going to hang out for that, working from a spare cubicle somewhere in this facility I’m not familiar with at all.
I’ve also had my free hot dog (mustard and onion), bag of chili-cheese Fritos, and chocolate chip cookie and the veterans’ cookout. Oddly, no drinks provided, though there was a DJ.
I, of course, did the Tasty thing and grabbed my hot dog, thanked the person, who invited to sit at one of the long tables for a meet-and-greet, said I just had to get my drink from my car and I’d be right back…and ducked back inside and ate my food alone and unmolested, in the cool of the A/C, and in a part the building that doesn’t have anyone else in it.
…sliced apples cooked in a caramel sauce, poured over a pizza dough sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar…
