The Dreaded Doctor Visit

I hate going to the doctor, and I try to avoid it all costs.  After three weeks of on-and-off congestion, coughing, and sore throat, I finally could no longer resist the medical-industrial complex today.

My reasons for hating going to the doctor are numerous.  My biggest peeve is having to sit for long periods of time with other patients in the waiting room--who are usually sicker than me--coughing on me and sitting too close to me in the waiting area.  It feels like I'll surely only get worse by going to the doctor.  


The doctor's visit also never really offers the closure that I'm looking for about what ails me...and perhaps how I might prevent that ailment in the future since I never feel quite confident that the doctor actually knows precisely what's wrong with me.  Like, I left with the impression I have a sinus infection today...but they also tested for strep throat...and yet, it could also be a general cold or flu virus, right?  Regardless, I did take my antibiotics happily since I just want this thing to go away.


The worst, though, is the fact that I never know what they might spring on me that they want to check on.  Today  I was in because I can't breath out of my nose, and I really need to be able to do that, especially to be able to sleep.  All of a sudden, the doctor is pulling my shirt up to check for moles, which I don't have...even after asking me if I have any.  I appreciate the preemptive lookout for cancer, but what in the heck was that all about?  At least I didn't have to put that stupid gown on....  


That's all the motivation I need for exercise and vitamins!