Robbiechey exclaimed, laughing. âPRISSYMAE did that.â As if THAT explained anything. The doctorâs expression indicated that it did not, in fact, explain anything, and so she went on to say, âPrissyMaeâs my baby YAK.â OOOHânow, THAT makes SENSE.
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I suppose itâs a toss-up as to whoâs worse about body maintenanceâmen or women. I do know women whoâve not had a Pap smear or a mammogram in a decade or longerâout of fear that âthey will find something.â Wouldnât let a gray hair go unplucked or undyed, wouldnât allow the manicure/pedicure schedule to be disruptedâthe OUTSIDE of their bodies receives focused and constant careâwhile the INSIDE could be growing poisonous mushrooms for all they knowâas long as it doesnât SHOW, it doesnât matter. When I encounter such a creature, I neither mince my words nor sugarcoat themânot even in the lexicon of polite Southern obfuscation is there any nice way to tell them they are STOO-PID.
But if I did an actual tally of the STOO-PID people I know in regard to health maintenance, I feel pretty confident that the count would be heavily weighted on the male side. MOST women DO go for regular checkupsâguys, as a rule, wonât go until something blows up or falls off in their hand. These same men exhibit an almost religious fervor in their determination to change the oil in their cars on a schedule set to an atomic clock. The tires are rotated and balanced with the same zeal. The slightest ding in a door is duly noted and seen to promptly and the tiniest ping in an engine warrants an emergency tow-in to the best mechanic within a five-hundred mile radius. In some cases, Iâve noticed that firearms are likewise maintained with loving attention.
But a physical? Just because âitâs that time of yearâ and nothing is festering, swelling, gushing, oozing, throbbing, or hanging by a thread? On a likelihood par with wild monkeys flying out of their hindquartersâwhich, I suppose, might actually warrant a checkupâbut only if there was a constant stream of themâa one-time occurrence would, immediately upon cessation, be dismissed as inconsequential and never mentioned againexcept as needed for a beer-driven display of one-upmanship with his buddiesâas in, âOh, yeah? Well, one time I had wild monkeys come flyinâ outta MY assâ¦â and so on, as some sort of testament to his male stalwartness. (I canât believe spell-check didnât flag that wordâdo you suppose it really is one?)
Anyway, I DO know ONE guy who was somehow persuaded to get a full, comprehensive checkupâINCLUDING a visit to a dermatologist to have all his skin examined and explored, in search of any parts that might need to be removed. And itâs not like he had big patches of skin that were molting or covered with sores or ANYTHINGâhe just WENT, voluntarilyâbecause Itâs The Right Thing To Do. AND, even more unbelievably, he admitted it, in writing, to ME, and so, naturally, I am going to tell YOU all about it.
This is Judâs Story.
Once upon a time, a handsome young man named Jud went to see the dermatologist. Actually, thatâs a misstatement. He went to BE SEEN BY the dermatologist. That, in itself, is remarkable, but then it turned out that the doctor was a LADY and he didnât run or even slink off, never to return. He manned right on up and submitted himself to the VERY thorough examination. You may have noticed this on your own personal body, but in case you havenât let me tell youâthere is SKIN EVERYWHERE andit ALL needs to be looked atâreal closeâbecause a Bad Thing can be ANYWHERE. This means that another person (the doctor) will be looking REAL CLOSE at ALL your skinâWITH THE LIGHTS ON. (In my current state of disrepair, I would prefer to have general anesthesia for this exam, but so far