Why Going To The Doctor Is A Last Resort For Me
This photo is a diagram representing the test that was performed on me. This is why going to the doctor is my last resort. However, despite my best efforts, I could not make it to work every day while I was sick. I had a cold that started around September 16th. (It's my birthday cold, I get one every year.) My wife kept urging me to go to the doctor. I did what every good husband does... I ignored her for two weeks, then went in when I thought I might die. Oh what a hassle that began:

