DNR. Please.
Had a “wellness” exam today, first in many years, maybe decades.
The assistant prepped me, told me to strip, don a robe on the exam table and tie it in the back.
This must have been some sort of cognition test. Tie it in the back. Truth is, even when I’m looking at my shoes while tying them, I often tie the left and right together and tumble down the stairs, landing on my back with my feet in the air like a Thanksgiving turkey on its way to the broiler.
Doc did a cursory look at me, pulled out a pen & pad and earnestly began to review my healthcare directives.
I really didn’t have to get naked for that.
