Doctor, Doctor, gimme the news!

Spent this past weekend with my Mom and had such a great time with her.
:)

I know I am not alone in my fear of the Doctor and going. But the more I talk about this with my friends, the more I realize that my super-duper-crazy-heightened fear of the Doctor is abnormal. And I suppose could be considered a phobia. 

The last time I went to the Doctor, I was eleven. Now, thankfully I've never had anything severely wrong with me that made me think I needed to see one. I finally got my blood drawn for the first time ever about two years ago. 

My close friend and once room mate who is a nurse never really bothered me about it. I assume if anyone is going to make a stink in my life about it - it's going to be her, right? Well, my current room mate found out and she's an EMT. I think I saw steam come out of her ears when she heard how old I was. Then I took to Twitter and a few people were so shocked. 

Apparently this isn't normal. But I'm SO SCARED TO GO. Dentist? Love. Give me a teeth cleaning everyday all day. Doctor? Pass. I don't want to hear would could potentially be wrong with me. In my head I envision the Dr. telling me I have a rare form of cancer that has spread and I have ten minutes to live. No thanks! 

The craziest part? I have insurance. I pay (a lot) of money for something I don't take advantage of. 

Lately (and especially after everyone scaring me even more for not going) I've felt "off". I feel like I need to see a Doctor and get a check up. Just to make sure everything's ok. I have spent much of my life fatigued, and it's getting worse. I am always tired. I wake up and I'm ready for a nap. I have no energy. And it didn't even dawn on me I could fix this. What?!

My new insurance packet and cards came in the mail today for the new year, and I think I'm going to put them to use. Finally.