*laughing*. Well, I hate brushing my teeth because it's boring and tedious when I'm tired and just want to jump into bed, but I've never thought of it as BRAVE.
Annual tests at the doc don't thrill me much, either, since I figure, as I get older, they'll eventually find SOMETHING unpleasant if they do enough of them. And, besides, why do they insist on calling them "tests"? Do I deserve a failing grade if the results aren't "normal"? Hard enough to cope with that without feeling like I got a D on the exam.
I had to chuckle when I read about that oncologist in his fifties who figured he'd just quit the medical scene after 65. His rationale was he'd rather live his senior years without all the stress, worry, tests, and treatments since eventually he'd die of something regardless of the wonders of medical science. To be honest, I think he made a good point about not getting too caught up in the medical treadmill once you get to a certain stage in your life. I rolled my eyes at the twenty-something dietician in my Mom's care facility who was concerned about her liking sweets and pushing aside her vegetables. My Mom was 89, half-blind, and confined to a wheelchair with advanced Parkinson's. My Mom's response was she was just fine with losing a few months off her life if she could have chocolate everyday instead of broccoli.
For now, I'll keep brushing my teeth so I can keep chewing those Parisian baguettes as long as possible--especially when accompanied by a good red. Some hassles are worth it.
