(Historical photo)

This is the 10'x15' shed where the Harley was born in 1903

I did make an appointment to see my Doctor after two years. Today was the day. I dreaded (in a way) to disappoint him that in the last year I stopped taking the statin he prescribed. It is only 20 mg, but after losing a muscle in my right arm last year that was the final straw. I was cramping way too much and I was getting aggravated but the tendon tearing loose from my upper arm was the last straw.

Marty Kerns with My 1955 Chevy after I restored it. I bought it for $50

Statins are notorious for cramps and muscle damage. I am trying to eat healthier to make up for it and had hoped my blood work would not show too much change.

He looked at me and at his computer screen and says, “You are taking zero (and makes and 0 with his thumb and fore finger) right.” I answered, “Yes, do you want to hear my side?” he said sure. I showed him my right upper arm where the tendon had broken and now the muscle resided in a heap near my elbow and said, “I lost this muscle last year and I do not want to lose more.”

“YOU ARE NOT A DOCTOR!”  Then he gave me a lecture about tendons and bones. He offered surgery. I asked him if he was healthy and 79 years old would he risk the surgery. His answer was it is your call not mine, as he said it he smiled a ‘gotcha’ smile.

He says self-diagnosis is not a bad thing, but, but some folk carry it to the extreme. ;-)  I am thinking he puts me in the last category.  I have no fuss with my Dr. I like him, I do wish he was my age or older and I could trust him more.  Many Doctors die before they are my age. Average age of Medical Doctors is 73.

The only thing I was concerned about this trip was my cholesterol, he did smile when he said the cholesterol is good.  He didn’t say I’m taking you off the statin, I guess he didn’t have to, since I told him I wasn’t taking it anyway.

Anyway the dreaded visit is over. Maybe I am like some of your pets who hate to go to the vet. On second thought maybe I should visit a vet!

 Nite Shipslog

I think most folk have a favorite car. Mine is no secret, the 1955 Chevrolet. My dad was a General Motors man for years. I liked them but they all had a 6 cylinder engine. 1955 was the first year the Chevy won a BIG TIME Stock Car race,  Herb Thomas drove the '55 to victory in the 1955 Darlington 500.

Chevy put a V8 in the '55. As a teenager I actually rode in that very Chevy months after it won the race.