So, I am calling this summer Summer of the Endless Doctor Visits. It seems as though I have spent quite a bit of it running from one doctor to the next to the next. Kid appointments are pretty much standard. I am a teacher, so I make those intentionally or the summer: yearly physical, 6 month dental. No, I am talking about MY doctor visits, which are way more annoying and scary.
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.
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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.
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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???)
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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.