Well, I'm giving in. I'm going to the doctor tomorrow. I hate going to the doctor. I hate hospitals. Quite odd considering I'm marrying a girl that works in a hospital.
Growing up, I had the same doctor for the first 20 years of my life. Now, I have to go find a new doctor. So I checked out my insurance provider and there was a pretty long list. Who to pick? Why pick him...or her? I basically rolled the dice on this one and hopefully he'll know what he's doing.
Usually I like to think professionals are pretty smart. Doctors, lawyers, policeman, people we rely on for our protection. I like to think that...but then there are always those horror stories about someone going to the hospital for a runny nose and get their leg amputated.
Now, do I think I'll walk out of the doctor's office with one less limb? No. But that doesn't make me any less anxious. If I had my druthers, I'd never go to the doctor's office. But I guess it's something I have to do.
But just in case I do come out with one less limb tomorrow, starting thinking up a cool new nickname for me. And Stumpy won't do.
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How 'bout Les?
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