Ouch

So I have this thing about doctors...

I don't go to them.

It's not really a fear of pain that keeps me from going (in a way it kind of is), but more the fact that it brings back memories and feelings from my past that I would rather not reminisce about. Call me stubborn (because I am) and stupid, but I just HATE going to the doctor. I won't go until I am dragged into their office. Jordan being the one who is pushing me through the door about 90% of the time. Actually, the last time I went to see a doctor was in 2006. One morning I woke up feeling like death. I never took my temperature but was pretty sure I was running a fever. My throat felt like someone had forced nails down my esophagus and my body ached like nobody's business. After a day, my fever subsided but my throat only got worse. My tonsils swelled to the size of grapefruits (that might be an exaggeration, but it sure felt that way) and it hurt to swallow so much I grimaced every time. I suffered through it for 4days, thinking it was just a virus and it would run its course. Jordan wanted me to go see a doctor. Of course, I refused.

Then my ears started to ache.

I brought it up to my Dad, and he told me that wasn't a good sign and that I should consider going into the clinic. Nonetheless, I preferred to be stubborn and carried on with my business. The next day, it hurt to talk. After school one day, Jordan finally grew tired of my groaning and pushed me in my car and ordered me to drive to our local doctor's office. He almost literally dragged me into the place. He can be so demanding. It turned out, I had some sort of infection and was prescribed antibiotics.

My throat felt immediately better the next day.

Now, why it took me a week to get to a doctor so I could feel better by the next day is still beyond me. Plus, you'd think I would have learned my lesson after this little episode.

I haven't.

It's happening all over again. I have had some female issues since my junior year of high school. Its gotten to the point where I can clean out a whole bottle of Ibuprofen in a week and the pain brings me to tears. My mood swings are out of control, and they too can also bring me to tears. Poor Jordan, he has to put up with so much of my crap. For the past four years I have lived with this agony because I didn't want to go to the doctor. Not only has Jordan tried to get me to go, but so has his mother and all of my sisters and up until this point I have refused.

Until now.

My current state is a miserable one. My last episode of PMS was horrible. I was the meanest son of a gun in probably a hundred mile radius (but when you're in Moulton, that really isn't much). I am drawing the line. My stupidity and stubborness has gone far enough. I am throwing in the towel. Everyone, you win.

I am going to see a doctor.

Hopefully in 2 weeks, cause this crap has to come to an end PRONTO. But I am sure after all this is over with my hard head will return and the next time I come down with something like typhoid fever I will still refuse to see a doctor until I am on my death bed.

I wonder who I inherited this from ;)

til then,

happy health to you all.

- Shirley Anne