I don’t think I suffer from latrophobia, but my wife thinks I might.  It’s not that I’m afraid of going to see my doctor, I just don’t want to hear the worst case scenario.  Not like that’s ever happened to me- at least not yet.  Most of my childhood and teenage life was spent seeing doctors and specialists.  Partially because of my respiratory issues at a young age, but more because my mother was a nurse and was always doing her best to make sure I stayed healthy.  She wasn’t a hypochondriac nor did she suffer from Munchausen by proxy syndrome, I think she just wanted to keep her only son healthy.

Of course, I took full advantage of it.  I spent weeks at a time on my couch watching tv “being sick” and avoided elementary school.  When I entered highschool, I convinced my mother that I shouldn’t take P.E. because it was hard on my breathing.  Score!  No physical exertion for five years!  This never really affected my grades, since schoolwork came easy for me.

Now that I’m an adult, I avoid the doctor. Don’t get me wrong, we have a great family doctor and I enjoy talking with him.  But I’m a man.  Must power through the pain!  However, when something is bothering my body for longer than a couple of days, I know that I need to see him.  Making the phone call to book the appointment is the hardest part for me.  I don’t want to tell the receptionist my ailments, nor do I want to admit something is wrong.  


Not like I use my balls anymore…

So, I made my appointment and will see my doctor next week.  Maybe before then, my suffering will end and I can cancel the appointment.  Hopefully there is nothing majorly wrong and some aspirin will take care of me.  Until then, I’m going to take a few extra naps and avoid doing housework (don’t tell my wife- she will accuse me of being “man-sick”).


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