Today I went to get my physical. I weighed in at over 200, which I have never come close to. I told the nurse that I guess that the stuff in my pockets and winter layers pushed me over. She told me, “Yeah, winter makes it easier to make excuses.” I hate nurses.
The doctor came in and we chit chatted. Soon he told me that he could see my scalp, which is "not normal." He informed me that I will go bald and told me about Propecia and how he can give me the 5mg version and I can break the tablet into fourths to save me money since I would be losing my hair soon. I think I hate doctors too.
I guess they are the signs of my age. I am 33 and am on a crash course with male pattern baldness and my belly hanging over my levis. Take a good look everyone. I’ll look like Homer Simpson before you know it.
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