Used to be, Cliff and I wouldn't either one see a doctor once a year. After we hit fifty, our trips to the clinic increased, but it was usually for something simple: menopause, in my case, and blood pressure meds for Cliff. Or the occasional sore throat, or sinus infection.
When I was younger, I did have some recurring cystitis problems, but for some reason that ended thirty years ago. Until last week, when bladder infection reared its ugly head again.
It's always been an easily treated problem, and after only one day on the meds, I felt much better. Of course I continued all three days of my prescription.
So today I went back to the doctor to get the all-clear. Only I didn't get it. What I got was an appointment with a urologist.
Gee, Cliff went to the doctor for heartburn, and ended up having bypass surgery. I went for simple cystitis, and here I go to a specialist.
Getting old isn't for sissies.