I was a hypocrite about something. A colleague/friend at the place where I teach citizenship classes has been trying to get health insurance. She had bronchitis a few weeks ago and went to a Urgent Care Clinic. I asked if she had a doctor in our city since she is fairly new here. She told me no. So I have been asking if she heard back from her application for insurance. I want to help her get in with my doctor’s group.
I told her- You need to take care of yourself because your kids need you.
Yesterday I was talking with one of our fellow colleagues. We talked about some of my chronic illness issues. I shared with her that I thought I might have another one. She told me, “you should see a doctor.”
My response was- “I don’t like going to doctors. I might not go.”
Later as I was sitting at a computer to print handouts for my class, I told her, “Don’t tell Eva what I said about not wanting to go to a doctor.”
So yes, I have been talking to Eva about a speck in her eye and ignoring the log in my own.
If I were to offer a defense for my hypocrisy, it would be along the lines of I have spent way too much money, had too many tests, and still no actual help yet. Living with chronic illness means spending a lot of money on medical stuff.
Oh, and I don’t like needles which is why I never got a tattoo. But I digress.
So I might do a quick dash in for annual blood test for my thyroid meds which will also help me get one more year of my other prescriptions, and not darken the door of the doctor’s office again for the year saving me a lot of money.
My fellow spoonies will understand my dilemma. Do I spend more money risking no real results once again or save money and suffer.
I look forward to the time Jesus takes me home and I will be forever healed. 🙂
So for now, I am a hypocrite when it comes to going to doctors. I tell my students and colleagues they should go, but perhaps I won’t. 🙂
Thank you for reading. God Bless.