Right now I don’t know who I hate worse. Me or doctors. I think its probably a tie. I mean, seriously, you go to them for one problem that you’ve been putting off a few years and they find half a dozen “other” things to treat.
Granted, what I’d been putting off could technically kill me if it actually develops and don’t treat it, but I did go in today, on my own, to resume my semi-annual testing for it.
Its not her fault, really, though. Its mine. I put off treating anything until its a freaking emergency. I don’t really understand the entire middle of the road thing, but I am trying. And she’s right. I do have something going on, not related to the testing I needed to have done today.
Its just that I consider myself healthy and I hate having it pointed out to me that I’m not, no matter what I might think.
Oh well. It’ll all work out. I’m sure it’ll all be fine.