I had yet another checkup recently that involved something I don’t care for doing. No! Not that checkup. (Not yet, anyway.) This involved giving blood for testing. Actually, it’s not the giving that I object to… it’s the receiving. Let me explain.
A couple weeks ago, my oldest daughter, the one that’s moved out already, yes, I’m that old, had a pain in her legs. She did what anyone living in today’s society should be able to do without too much fuss, she went to a doctor… kinda.
It came up again. I’ve mentioned it before. I’ll probably mention it again. Am I the only one who thinks that the concept of a birth certificate is not only silly, but it’s patently absurd to think it could be used as a form of identification? It can’t really just be me, can it?