Tuesday, January 5th, 2021

My phone pings soon after I wake up. It’s a text from my health plan. My doctor will be calling at 8:40 AM. They had told me a few days ago that she would be calling today, but I didn’t know at what time. I was worried that i wouldn’t be able to answer the phone when she chose to call. Now I know. She calls precisely on time. She has the results of my blood tests. They have sent them to me, too, but I didn’t know what they mean. Arcane Hebrew acronyms label sliding scales with numbers that I can’t understand. It turns out that I did pretty well. My B12 is low. She says I’m not eating enough meat. I’ll start taking tablets for it. My glucose is good. “You don’t have diabetes… yet.” I haven’t yet made some specialist appointments that she says that I need. I haven't been measuring my weight and blood pressure. She says to make an in-person appointment. "I will measure these and tell you again how important it is to look after your health." I make the appointment before I can procrastinate on it. On Monday morning, she will yell at me gently. Things will get done.