The end of the year means a lot of things to a lot of people. Resolutions, parties, hangovers (?) — the list goes on. For me it typically means something slightly different…
time to find a doctor
Mind you, with my medical history, i don’t go long without a doctor “of record” to refill prescriptions, etc. But eventually, within a year’s time, i will be in for a check-up so prescriptions can be verified and the inevitable comes up.
“Marc, when was your last physical?”
Thus begins the end. My trying to explain why i don’t have full physical exams. Why, after years of physical, emotional, and sexual abuse from older siblings, not to mention once being … mishandled … by a doctor – i don’t relish the idea of some stranger poking and prodding. But he’s not a stranger – he’s my doctor, right?
WRONG. He’s a stranger i…
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