Reply #6: My future ex-spouse's husband is.

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He--me--rarely goes to doctors. When he--me--does, the doctors usually screw everything up, anyway. I had one doctor try to take my gallbladder out for classic symptoms of appendicitis. I had another doctor want to put me on anti-depressants because I was short of breath during cedar fever season. One doctor prescribed cortisone to fight poison ivy, and the cortisone put me in the emergency room, where doctors told me I had overdosed on cortisone. When I was a kid a series of doctors told me I was faking migraines, even though people had witnessed me vomiting violently and screaming in pain--although to be fair one doctor, a nutrionist, did correctly diagnose it as a violent reaction to MSG (don't let anyone tell you that stuff is safe for everyone). They also concluded that my gammaglobulin count was too low and prescribed a series of shots to boost my immune system. The shots did no good, but they did make me so terrified of needles that I can still barely handle shots and getting blood drawn. The GG was about the viscosity of cold molasses, and they injected it into my butt with a needle the size of a two-penny nail, and then squirted the plunger the way you'd squash a detonator button. I was so afraid of needles that I got married in Texas instead of in Mississippi with my friends and family present because Mississippi required a blood test.

If a bone is sticking out of my skin, I'll go. But otherwise, I figure my odds are just about as good with Google. It's not that I'm invincible, it's just that my experience with doctors has been less productive than my own healing process.