It just dawned on me that I probably never shared with you about our experiences with physicals. Maybe that’s because last year we were lucky and didn’t have to go get the physicals. This year, however, that luck didn’t hold. So with a group of about 20 of my colleagues, we traveled into town for one purpose: the pleasure of experiencing physical examination as if being the object in an assembly line. ECG, eye sight testing, weight, blood pressure, blood testing, urine, ultrasound, and all these good things are all part of our physicals, though, sometimes, I wonder how relevant the information is.

Allow me to illustrate.

My first year of doing physicals, my weight was measured while I was fully dressed (for winter), wearing shoes, and carried a backpack with me. Yep. That’s the plain ole truth, though sad as it is, it doesn’t tell the truth about my actual weight. And it makes me wonder: Do they do it this way to support the “evidence” that all foreigners are “fat?” Whatever the case, over the years, I’ve learned not to care too much about the results of our physicals. They are just another little episode of life here that will be a source of amusement for years to come.

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