I never get sick. Almost never. I think I had perfect attendance through high school except for one day when I got 4 teeth pulled for my braces. So I go to the doctor once a decade whether I need to or not, just to see if I'm still alive. In the interim, I read the obituaries in the morning paper to see if I'm in them, if I'm not I go to work.
Well, since I've turned 50 I've been to the doctor more times than the rest of my life, partly because I have a wife who wants me around for some reason and insists I get things checked like my blood pressure (it's high), that 6 month old spreading growth on my foot (it wasn't cancer), my "30 years of fast food for lunch cholesterol rating" (it's a tad high, but not worthy of the title "Whopper"), and other various *ahem checks* that I can't illustrate and keep this PG-13.
Yesterday I woke up feeling crappy but went and did an emergency roof repair anyway. By the end of the day my throat was killing me and I was having trouble swallowing. I came home and called the doctor and got a late appointment. Viral something. "Contagious for four days, you'll feel like crap for a week to ten days." No anti-biotics, just OTC stuff and go to bed. The Wifey came home and said, "You went to the doctor on your own?? You MUST be sick!"
So here I am....well, there I go. Off to fill my prescription.