Callling the Doctor

I read something funny and insightful in the local public television's magzine this week.

This was pretty unusual, actually. I normally don't read anything in there -- we get it because we support the medium -- but I do glance through it, on the off chance. Hey, sometimes they do. Like this time.

The guy writing the column said he doesn't like going to the doctor because he has this lurking feeling that if there is anything wrong with him, it will become actualized by going there. Don't go, it stays in the realm of the merely possible. He knows this is unreasonable. He knows that its better to know than not know, and, knowing, to act rather than just to hope. Nevertheless, this is how he feels. These people deal in bad news and are best avoided. Nothing good is likely to come of going, and a great deal of bad, might. Even if something good does come of it, they'll make some snarky comment, observation, or recommendation along the way. And you get to pay for the privilege. No, thanks.

That is exactly how I feel, too.