I have been contemplating this strong and primal (it seems) belief that going to a doctor will make something better. In the last month a couple of spots on my skin had changed so I eagerly got an appointment, waited the two weeks even more eager to get seen, and joyfully torpedoed my morning to go off to the doctor's office. He said the spots were 'only dry skin' but sprayed them anyhow with that cold fuzzy stuff. Today I have huge blisters that itch and burn.
I am marveling that I was so eager to go get this discomfort. What is it in us (me?) that believes so confidently that going to the doctor will make something better? Why I cannot learn anything from having this repeated so often over the years?