I was ready for them this last time. They had verbal questions that they asked again several minutes later. I think I pissed off the nurse, repeating the answers every couple of minutes: John Brown, Kingston...and I added Jamaica.
Somehow I seem to have fallen through the cracks, perhaps because I don’t have a “primary care physician” at the moment. When (unfortunately not “if” at my age) something goes wrong, I’ll go see a doctor. Until then, I hope they leave me alone.