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.