Yep, it’s that time again. Today I will pay people to poke, prod and stare at parts of my body that, generally speaking, never see the light of day. That always irks me and starts me rambling about what modesty actually means. But cheer up! I won’t ramble here. I’ll just say to anyone reading this that going in once a year and letting the professionals kick the tires and check under the hood is a good thing. So, go do it, if you haven’t already.
While I don’t enjoy going for a check up, it’s better than the alternative. I’ve tried that, too. My checkup last year was the first one I’d had in about three and a half years. For my age and family medical background, that’s a no-no. And it was scary as hell. As I mentioned once before, I was plagued with those terrible “what if” questions. What if they found something? What if it was something that could have been taken care of earlier, if I had been diligent and done what I was supposed to do? The “what if” game is not fun. I refuse to play it this year.
Of course, I will be playing the “why didn’t I try harder to lose weight” game…
Go in voluntarily? That never worked for me.
I would rather do anything besides go to a doctor, but with my mother and her sister both dying of breast cancer, I force myself to do the once a year thing.
Yes, I had an awful scare a couple of years ago and had to go for a lot of tests. So, you’re right, it’s a good thing. I don’t have to like it though.