Coming Back to the Good Physician
About a month ago I went to the doctor for my first preventive care examination since my last sports physical as a senior in high school (about 38 years ago). I’m not proud of that nor particularly ashamed of it, though I realize it was a trip that I had postponed for far too long, especially since I’ve reached the point that my 60th birthday is now closer than my 50th. Over the years, Aimee (my wife, the responsible one) has gently encouraged me to go. But she never pressured me to do so. I think she knows from past experience that that approach would probably have the opposite outcome of its intended effect. So, why didn’t I go? I suppose part of the reason was I was too busy. I didn’t see any immediate need to go. I felt well. Except for surgery to remove my gall bladder about eight years ago and a couple of other emergency trips for stitches and a tetanus shot I had been able to put up with the pain and discomfort until I felt better. But as time went by, I think the biggest r...