I’m not one to get “things” checked out very often. That is to say, I need to feel pretty uncomfortable before I go asking to be poked or prodded. (Except for massage – I run towards massage!)

About a week after I hurt my leg water skiing (20 some years ago), I crawled onto the table of my acupuncturist wondering if maybe he could “help.” He told me to get my ass to a western Doctor. Since then, I’ve dealt with western medicine only a handful of times.

I’m grateful that I’m healthy and strong. When I do get sick or something goes wrong – I tend to go to bed, grumble and suffer until I feel better.

But, things have changed – I can’t see as well as I’m used to and it bothers me.

So, today, I’m going to town to get my eyes checked. I have to say, I’m actually quite scared. I REALLY don’t like anyone poking or prodding around my eyes.

But, what is sillier than being scared, is ignoring help.

I have very strong opinions about most things in life — and perhaps the strongest is…
I reserve the right to change my mind about anything at anytime!