To the doctor

I am admitting defeat and heading to the doctor this afternoon. Now, most people will tell me that going to the doctor is NOT admitting defeat. It is being an adult and accepting the fact that I might need some help in getting over whatever I've got, but I just don't see it that way. I really, really don't like going to the doctor. For whatever reason, schedule me a dentist appointment and I'm fine, but don't ask me to see a doctor. And there have been times when not going has paid off and my body has healed on its own. However two things are prompting this doctor visit. First, I am scheduled to work two days this week, and I expect November to only be busier. I hated the fact that I had to turn down two opportunities for employment today, but hopefully by doing so and getting to the doctor I'll feel better and won't have to say no again. And secondly, the cold/sinus infection has literally started coming out of my eye. Not only is this unpleasant and a little painful, but it has only happened one other time in my adult life. That was four years ago (also in the fall) and by NOT treating it quickly it led to an upper respiratory infection that not only landed me in the hospital with an allergic reaction to an antibiotic, but I ended up so sick that my in-laws had to come and stay with us for a week because I was literally too sick to function. It took me months to feel better again, and it was also when I was diagnosed with asthma. I remember how I felt during that winter, and I don't intend to sit by and let that happen again. So, to the doctor I shall go this afternoon!