Recently, my relationship with doctors and white coats have been a somewhat love-hate deal. My doctor’s appointment today was no exception, except I thought I’d let you in on a little of my world. Until two years ago, I was one of those people who went to doctors for all of the preventative things I was supposed to. I do still have my teeth cleaned twice a year, (knew you’d like that, Angie) but I haven’t gone for the girl checkups and all that those specialty visits entail, or really any reason whatsoever. Because of all that I had been through, I have avoided doctors for the past two years. Somehow, with all those visits and several surgeries that didn’t go like clockwork, I developed severe white coat syndrome. I was told two years ago, I needed to find a specialist, and I didn’t do it. I just couldn’t bring myself to trade one set of doctors for another team. I should tell you that I am and have been as healthy as a horse, thank the Lord, but just had to take some extra precautions due to family and personal history.
I didn’t quite level with you earlier today. My doctor visit today was not routine. The last few days have brought about symptoms that reminded me of the words to find a specialist a few years ago, so I knew I had to finally do something about it. This morning, I went to a regular doctor and he set me up with the doctor I am suppose to go see, and I am back in the game. After two years of head in the sand, I am pursuing my good health again in this area. If I sound a bit proud of myself, I am. Isn’t it weird how some difficult experience, and even some perceived fear of another similar experience can keep you from doing what you know you should do to ultimately prevent another bad experience! Does that make sense? The anxiety of avoidance could be the very thing that brings on the thing I dread. So, here I sit, with a proactive approach again to my health, and I am a bit smug, but know I am doing the right thing. I had a good visit today and so far, all is fine, and I know, whatever the results, all will continue to be fine. Sometimes we just need a little push. And that can come in the form of a few symptoms or perhaps a couple of friends not letting you get away with putting it off any longer. Either way, I am thankful, and will rest easier knowing I am doing what I can for this temple of His.