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When it comes to illness and ailments, there are three groups of people. First, those who are too paranoid about their health that at the first sign of the smallest discomfort, they always think the worst and they scram to the nearest clinic or hospital to have themselves checked. Let’s call these guys Paranoid Pessimists. Second, those who wait a while before seeing a doctor. They’re boring. Let’s not talk about them. Third, those who think they have a healing factor or regenerative abilities or something. They only consult specialists when they’re already coughing blood or shitting green goo. They always say “I’m OK. Really.” These guys we’ll call OK Optimists. I am one of them.
As an OK Optimist, I always choose to wait things out no matter how scary the situation already is like the most recent thing that happened to me, Bell’s Palsy. Given that I didn’t really consult anyone about it, let’s just pretend that reading stuff on the Intarnetz is a reliable substitute for medical consultation and acknowledge my condition really is Bell’s Palsy. Come on, the symptoms where there! Don’t bug me!
