In just a few minutes, I'll be zipping away on my bike in order to visit the doctor.
You might as well replace that last bit with "personal hell."
Now I'm not someone who refuses to go get a checkup, who thinks that walking it off and a piece of gum to hold it together are all a body needs, who assumes that the infected-looking sore on the leg will just "take care of itself."
In fact, today's visit is just a routine checkup.
I am, however, the type of person who has indigestion and assumes it's stomach cancer. I also assume all the cancers I assume are somehow my fault. My midwestern guilt and persecution complexes get full airing, pretty much.
Ugh, just thinking about how soon I'll be sitting in an uncomfortable, ugly-upholstered chair, filling out details of my life habits and hoping the doctor can't somehow divine that my "5 vegetable servings a day" line is crap, makes my stomach hurt.
But that would just be the cancer acting up...
-Posted by Jilly
Thursday, April 8, 2010
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