Getting my physical tomorrow

I just had mine a few weeks ago, kept me waiting for hours, took my BP, had me stand on one leg and squeezed my nuts, two year card... Same every time I go... Can't wait for when the DOT requires a butt plug to monitor alertness, it is coming. Funny thing, many of these guys will welcome it. That same bunch will call us whiners when we refuse the "plug", like they do when we state our objections to the ELDs.... Those guys will be at the front of the line for their new "device". All smiles and happy! Bank on it.

 

LOL! they are pretty basic, BUT, one of our drivers went in for his, good health etc... Next thing he knew he was being loaded into an ambulance and off to the hospital to have his chest cracked. Honestly, the doc that did the surgery said he would have been dead in a day or two. I cannot for the life of me remember the problem, it was genetic, that I do remember, and the DOT doc caught it in time. My buddy is back driving.

 

I went for my DOT physical last week assuming i would pass with flying colors even though i have not had one in 20 years and do hard physical work everyday , barely any extra weight on my muscular frame.

Dont smoke ,dont eat fast food, dont drink soda.

Failed my blood pressure test over and over the 1st day.

Showed up the second day to get retested and didnt drink coffee and popped a few aspirins 12 hours previous.

Squeaked in just under the 140 that was needed to get my DOT.

 

Dude, you need to fix that, sounds like something in your diet. That is how I got my BP under control after years of pills. Cut out the sugar and bread, basically Atkins diet, I went with the Butter Bob diet, Butter Makes You Pants Fall Off, YouTube, look him up. It worked for me.

 

Most companies that hire new drivers have a way more extensive physical than your local med clinic (which is where I got mine when I went to cdl school). Others, could not care less. My first company I showed up with my current physical, and day one they gave us a new one. It was called the beat Frank physical aptitude qualifier test, or bfpaqt,. No coffee no smokes or dip and a limited breakfast. There were about 8 of us, they took us into an old building in the back yard and took all of our blood pressures. Then they called the first guy in to a back room, and about ten minutes later, the next man. It continued that way for about 45 minutes, then it was my turn. I walked into the rook and there was just and older man sitting at a desk obscure and somehow angry in his posture. I stood there silent and trying to calm myself for what seemed like forevever. Then he let out a small wisp of discontent, looked at me over his eyeglasses, and quitely pushed his papers foward. He then reached down behind his desk between his feet and set a small brass sign firmly at the front. FRANK. My neck tightened up as he took his glasses off, and again wiped to himself. Have you ever been hurt?, he said. His eyes catching what little light was in the room, now squarely focused on mine. Well, maybe when I was younger, I quipped. That was the last time he spoke, and Dr. Frank spent the next 15 minutes beating me like a rug. Frank only stopped when I finally had enough blood on what was left of my shirt to put in a vial. He then left me alone and sat again, taking the sign back off of the now blood soaked desk. He eased his glasses back on to his square framed face, and gave me only one what I assume was my result, "OK". Which is the worst of it all, because I knew after that I would never, ever be ok again. It wasn't until later when I discovered Dr. Frank, in fact was not letting me live, he was in all actuality clearing me for the soul sucking bi--tch that is Oklahoma. The take away you ask? Never trust a Dr. That checks your blood pressure by punching you multiple times in the liver, and NEVER trust a company that does physical tests in a grain silo, either way your going to end up in Oklahoma. Other than that, the proctologist was pretty gentle. Though I'm beginning to question the validity of weekly follow ups.

 

Well we all need humor!