Being a Responsible Adult

I prefer to stay far away from doctors' offices as much as possible, but since I'm losing my pretty, pretty benefits when I quit my job, I'm trying to get every single medical exam or procedure I might potentially need for the next year performed before I leave the country. It might take a long time to find new employment when I return from the Trip of Awesomeness or I might meet a good-shoe-wearing Brit who insists I continue traveling the world with him while I'm on the Trip of Awesomeness, either of which would leave me without good health insurance for awhile, so I'm visiting the doctor tomorrow. I went hunting through my old papers to find the name of the last doctor I visited three years ago. She moved practices, but I'm a good librarian, so I tracked her down (at least I really, really hope it's the same doctor). Tomorrow I'll be extracting promises from her that I'm hale and hearty and then I'll be redeeming my gift certificate for a one pound box of See's chocolates. The bravery of visiting a medical practitioner does not go unrewarded in my life.