An Apple a Day Keeps the Doctor Away
Even the most casual observer could not fail to notice that way too many people have been going to the doctor lately for lots of serious things. I have never liked doctors and always get the heebie-jeebies whenever I walk inside a hospital. Even watching TLC’s Baby Story, makes me feel queasy—I am not even sure I want to be in the room with Jess during delivery.
When I began working at the Greatest Company in the World, I bought some life insurance and they requested I submit both a urine and a blood sample. Now, the thought of a long, sharp needle piercing my flesh holds absolutely no appeal to me and I was NOT looking forward to the visit to the medical center this morning.
After arriving at the center, the nurse weighed me and measured my height. Then the nurse brought out her instrument of torture and laid it on the desk to taunt me with it.
"Before I draw your blood," she said, "I am going to take your blood pressure."
Needless to say my heart was already racing before she got the cuff around my arm. After she recorded my blood pressure, she frowned and made a disconcerting clicking sound to herself. Then she told me to roll up my sleeve and she stuck me. Only one problem…no blood. Then she began to move the needle around looking for the vein. After what seemed like several long minutes she pulled the needle out and told me she was going to have to try again.
While she was gone getting another needle, I thought: I can’t go through that again. I don’t really need this life insurance—I’ll be dead anyway. But then I thought about rjdohner and the insurance salesman with the coffin-shaped ink pen, and I knew I had to do it because I love my wife so much.
This brings me to the question of the day: Does life insurance count as a Valentine’s Day gift? | 
