It just doesn’t appeal to me.  The thought of it just doesn’t make my day.  I’m too busy.  I have no symptoms.  They just want to pad their corporate income.  I just don’t want to.  I don’t need to.

So you put it off.  You delay as long as you can, perhaps for years, not months, maybe even decades.  What in the world is so sacred about a spot on the calendar when a specific exam needs to be done?  Are we humans really all that predictable?  Not likely. 

Rest, never mind relaxation, just plain old rest.

The medical profession/industry has come full circle when it comes to assessing the value of rest, and I suspect the change has been spurred by the insurance industry, though I have not heard anyone in the medical profession admit it may be so.

I am old enough to actually remember when doctors made house calls.

I suppose I have enough experience with the world of medicine to have a credible opinion on the general subject, having had four surgeries and several “procedures” in two different hospitals in the last two years.

At the outset I should say that I am very fortunate in that I hold the doctors who have treated me in high regard.  When we moved here we chose a doctor pretty much based on geography (Read: “How far from the house is it?”) and that was a stroke of pure luck.