So, this is typically a "G" rated blog, but I will admit, today I'm gonna get really, real with you. So, be prepared. If you don't want me to be "real" just skip this post.
Today I battled a fear, and won.
I went to the doctor...the female doctor.
Was it really a fear, a phobia? Nope.
I just hate the experience.
There's just something really wrong with that whole experience, and I kept thinking to myself, "And I have to pay you to torture me like this?"
In all seriousness, this doctor was very professional. It was nothing against him.
But, when you're in there, and he's trying to make small talk and you're being tortured, you just think, "GET IT OVER WITH, QUIT TALKING!"
Or at least that's what was going through my mind.
I will be the first to admit, I tend to be a wimp when it comes to tough stuff. And, I will be very honest, I said, "OUCH!" outloud...yes, call me "wimp" or whatever you like. I'm okay with that.
I'm just glad it's over.
I'm going to live in the land of denial that one day I will be tortured like that again.
Later!
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