I’ll admit I have a fear of doctors. My toe rarely touches the carpet of a medical facility. There is this inner concern going to a doctor will result in me discovering something is terribly wrong. I can think of several symptoms I’ve had over the past few years that should have prompted an appointment. Did I go? No. I remember when I first found out I was pregnant in July of 2005. Part of my mind wondered if a tumor would show up on the ultrasound or if blood tests would find a virus or illness I didn’t know I had. Of course, that didn’t happen. My mind went there though. Shush, don’t tell my husband I’m nuts.
I don’t know where this hesitation came from. I’ve always had good insurance coverage. My family history is strong. There really haven’t been any health challenges for me other than colds, flus and the occasional food poisoning (I still hate Turkey Dogs). Why have I clung to the whole ‘ignorance is bliss’ concept? Funny thing is, if my husband, daughter, friend or neighbor wasn’t feeling quite right, I’d demand they get to a doctor right away. It would be stupid not to, right?
And to top it off…I’m not even eating an apple a day!
I am the exact same way. I go to the dr when I am pregnant, but other than that I am horrible about going to the doctor for anything. One this tho, I don’t tell others to go either, I usually find out the answer for them for free. I self diagnose everything with my friend the interent and which leads me to self treating. Works very well for me.
I use the internet to self diagnose too. You wouldn’t believe some of the things I’ve convinced myself I have!!!
I have a four-year old rx for a mammogram sitting here. Tsk.
Kris! Go get that mammogram!!! So I’m a hypocrite. Shoot me.