"First to Know"

 Doctors visit went well. If you can call being weighed, poked and prodded and having a needle stuck in your arm a good visit. No results from the blood test so I suppose no news is good news. I told him not to worry if anything was wrong with me because he’d be the first to know. He doesn’t realize that I’m the kind of guy that likes to cure myself. I’m afraid to hear bad news so I try to fix things. In other words, I take care of myself. He offered to give me some any-depression pills but I said no. My feeling bad will pass. Today I’ll take a trip North to visit my son. We will see what is really going on…