This is when I realized that I have had too few visits to Doctor's in my life, aside from my streak of strep throat I had as a child. This realization came as I was sitting in the back of the doctor's office, waiting for hims to come see me.
I was being very mature as I waited. I watched some news and wrote a few reminders for the day down in my notebook. As soon as the doctor came in and asked me what brought me in to see him, I felt the urge to start crying. Yes, like a helpless child I stammered, "I was just trying to pull up the overgrown weeds in our backyard
This is not a life or death situation. The doctor looked over my arms and knees, said he was surprised I didn't have any infections from having the rash for so long. He started telling me about two different cortisone shots I could take, which I pointed out with childishness that I'm not a shot person. I went home with two meds and the need to grow up...