Continuing with my renewed attempts to share 101 random things about me… I avoid going to the doctor at all costs.
It takes being on the verge of death for me to even think about going to the doctor for help. Mostly it’s because I hate taking medication which will inevitably cause something else to be wrong. What’s the point of taking anything to help one symptom when it creates new ones? Medications don’t really make you better, they just redirect your illness.
It’s like… your finger hurts? Here, let me stomp on your toe so you’ll forget that pain in favour of the new one.