I was better, but I got over it.

This week’s challenge was a doctor visit.  It was embarrassing, humiliating, and painful.  I’m a big baby.  It’s no wonder I don’t go often.  Maybe once every year or two, or three.  I go for a general physical check-up about once every decade.  This week was the decade, and after the experience I had, I’m thinking about switching to once per century.

It just seems a little odd to go to a doctor when you are not sick.  I suppose the reason for going is on the off chance that you might be sick and just don’t know it.  Maybe I have high cholesterol.  Maybe I have a heart problem.  Maybe my blood pressure is too high or the blood tests will show the signs of some exotic disease.   After all, why should I be fat and happy until I die when there is a chance they could find something wrong so I can worry myself to the grave?

I haven’t got the results of all my tests back, but I hope the doctor follows my orders.  I told him if I’m dying, don’t tell me.  If I’m not dying, then there’s nothing to tell.  So, either way, I shouldn’t hear from him.  You know, maybe even once per century is starting to sound like one check-up too many.

But when Jesus heard that, he said unto them, They that be whole need not a physician, but they that are sick.
   – Matthew 9:12

OK, so maybe this scripture is a little out of context, but on a spiritual level, the Great Physician definitely did some surgery on me through this experience.  Ignoring a problem might not be good for the physical condition.  I know it’s not good for a spiritual one.