The other day I realized that I have been in business for over a decade—actually more. I have completely lost track of time. The days go by fast when you enjoy your work. One day follows another and business is good, but guess what, I am getting on in years. I am no longer the young turk of my industry. But I am sure I have many good years left. I never used to even think about getting a physical to make sure I am fit and well. I think you face reality when a friend gets a serious disease, so off I went for a physical, no doubt the first of many that will be taking place over the years. You have to get on a regular program if you want to watch after your health.

A doctor’s office is a foreign place for me, not having indulged in a regular health program. I was seated in the waiting room for about half an hour and asked to fill out a packet of forms that took about that long. I couldn’t answer most of the questions. No, I have never had diabetes or heart disease. No one in the family has cancer or arthritis. No I have never had surgery of any type. Well maybe I did have my tonsils out. It went on and on. I really did not know my own family history. I have no clue of my blood type. Now the history would begin. Finally, I was called in to the examination room to meet the doctor. He asked general questions, listened to my vital sounds, palpated my abdomen, took my height and weight and blood pressure, and proceeded to hit my knee with a reflex hammer. The knee reacted immediately. Great reflexes, I muttered. See, I am aging like fine wine. The doctor laughed. He said there is a lot more to it than that. I asked him to redo the hammer just for fun. What an odd little instrument. What can you really tell when you use it? Does it matter which color (it comes in several)? The thing is about 7.5 inches long with a 2.5 inch hammerhead. It is also called a neurological reflex hammer. The doc says it can even detect bone fractures in addition to reflexes of the joints.

I felt better about finally getting a medical assessment and having had the odd experience of the reflex hammer which I met for the very first time. Pretty cool. I might have been feeling my age a bit, but after that, I felt fit as a fiddle—all reflexes intact. When I told some friends about the hammer, they proclaimed that they had not had the pleasure of this particular medical test on their last doctor’s visit—or any other. Is it only a one-time deal? Maybe you have to request it. I bet kids love it the most.