Back in the days when my brothers and I were youngsters, the only time we ever went to the doctor was when we needed our shots updated.
Even though we were rough and tumble kids, we never broke any bones, and luckily, we didn’t suffer from ear issues.
Occasionally, one of us would have to make a trip to get stitched back together, and that was usually Hank. Somehow, he always seemed to get the short end of the stick.
If we did catch a virus or cold, we’d wait a few days for it to run its course. We prescribed to the old adage that if we went to the doctor, the cold would get better in a week, but if we waited for it to run its course, it would be gone in seven days!
When I turned school age, my mom dragged me kicking and screaming to Dr. Springall for “school shots.”