Iâ€™m not one to get â€œthingsâ€ 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 â€œhelp.â€ He told me to get my ass to a western Doctor. Since then, Iâ€™ve dealt with western medicine only a handful of times.
Iâ€™m grateful that Iâ€™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, Iâ€™m going to town to get my eyes checked. I have to say, Iâ€™m actually quite scared. I REALLY donâ€™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 â€” and perhaps the strongest isâ€¦
I reserve the right to change my mind about anything at anytime!