
I am at the doctor's office for a regular check up. I step on the scale, register the number, and ask if it's close to what it was last time. Ding! One for me.
We plug into the blood pressure cuff, go through the process, and register the results. I ask if the results are normal. Ding! Another one for me.
We head to the wall where I stand and help the short nurse adjust the tape measure for my height. I take note on my rate of shrinkage. Ding! Still elevated.
Then I sit. Waiting. I read the notices on the wall learning about vaccinations, needle sizes, medical studies, and learn what shingles looks like. (I don't want it.)
Thirty minutes in, I succumb to boredom and grab my phone. The CDC says I am in the 98th percentile for height, 84th percentile for weight. (I should be in the 66th percentile by the looks of the BMI chart. Assuming I want a statistically long life.)
The funny part about this is when pull up my LinkedIn profile, the first 100 men in my feed include a dozen taller than me. (weight is harder to judge by profile pics)
I find a UofM study showing my income percentile and again, surveying LinkedIn I see dozens of people making much more.
The Federal Reserve info on net worth for my age is humbling, but again, a cursory survey of LinkedIn suggests my peer group is far outpacing the public, leading me to question choices in life.
I'm trying to make sense of this when the doctor bursts in.
"How is Greg Chambers today?" he says.
"Honestly? I was better 35 minutes ago."
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