Well, when I told Kurt about it, he was all "I'm commanding you to go to the doctor."
(No really, he said "command")
We never went to the doctor when I was growing up. We didn't have health insurance, and so I learned to just tough it out (we were pretty lucky, and never had any serious health problems).
So now that I'm older and have (crappy) health insurance, I still have a hard time taking advantage of it.
Plus, what the heck, Kurt? Command??
"Um, no. You don't get to order me around."
"Whatever, Helena. You ordered me to go to the doctor last month."
"That's different, Kurt. I'm the wife."
"What?? I cook and clean and do the laundry. I'm the wife."
....Well. Round One goes to the man in the apron.
I'm linking this to the Glass Half Full party, over at Priester's Peace. Because even though going to the doctor is scary, coming home to the smell of your wife's cooking makes it all worth it. Especially when her name is Kurt.