I had my annual visit with  my doctor today.  He tells me that I am his special patient.  He's not a bad sort and I guess that I have him fooled a bit.  Each time I go I have a lab test the week before and most of what he goes by comes from the results of that test.  The numbers are right there on the report and they show good results for the things that they are able to measure from my blood and my urine.  For several visits going back 5 and six years he has gone over my results and given me a letter grade for the various areas that were tested.  I am practically a straight 'A' subject.  He like my results and has said that I am doing so well that we have virtually saved 10's of thousands of dollars over these past years.  He has basically two complaints with me though.  First he has said that I could stand to lose a little more weight.  I have been consistent with a range of about 215 to 220 #s now for almost all of the 9 years of my medical history with him.  I don't remember him saying anything about my wight for a couple of years though.  He is pretty happy with where I am at.  But the other thing that he has started to talk  about the last may 3 years is my blood pressure.  In fact, it seems that he has stopped worrying about my blood #s and is now more concerned about my blood pressure.  Today he said that I could do my blood maybe 3 times a week instead of everyday.  But he expressed mild displeasure in the fact that I have not been taking my blood pressure at all in the six month since my last visit.  Today they did measure it again and it was as good of a reading as I have had for the last several checks, but he scolded me a bit and suggests that I do a better job in the future.  He told me some time back that my exercise regimen and especially my push ups inspire him to do the same for himself.  Today he said that he thinks about me more then any of his other patients because he thinks about my exercises when he tries to do his and I am a good example that motivates him.  I find all of that amusing, but it is also kind of flattering.  Sheila and I joked on the way out of his office that he forgot about my prostrate examination and Sheila teased me by suggesting that she ought to say something to remind him.  I teased her back by threatening her!  On the way home she decided that we would go the the Golden Corral for dinner.  So we did and then came home to just chill.  We just finished pumping and now it is time to go to bed.