I am not one for the doctor. I don't go when I'm sick. I don't go when I'm well. I pretty much have avoided all doctors relatively successfully for years.
|I wouldn't avoid THIS Doctor. How could I, with 2 kids and a hubby who are fans? (Well and I'm a closet fan too).|
But I'm getting older (42--the answer to "life, the universe, and everything"--check out my April birthday post). And my friends are getting a bit more forceful about making me take care of myself.
|They are hammering it in my head, so to speak. Some have threatened real hammers.|
It's just that now, one doctor appointment has spiraled into 2 and 2 into 4. Ugh! When will it end??? I've had my boobies squished, my cholesterol checked, my leg poked and X-rayed, will have a skin check from a dermatologist, and if I don't make that GYN appointment soon, my one friend has threatened to call the office herself to make my appointment. (Hey 11 years is not that unreasonable, right???)
|Sorry, Judge Judy does not agree...|
But the truth is, I needed the proverbial kick in the arse. It's been shamefully overdue. And so far, the news has been all good. But I can tell you, I'd much rather hang out with the David Tennant incarnation of The Doctor than make one more appointment this summer.