I can still remember going to the da_n doctor after a few months, after reading an article about how bad they were.
That man literally
yes
I do mean LITERALLY yelled at me. He got mad and questioned me about believing "some da_n article in a magazine over [my] own doctor."
Gawd. That was back in the day when I thought doctors knew so much. My own intuition was right...but this man was my husband's AND my mother-in-law's doctor...and, of course, HE knew much more than stupid little ol' me and my intuition.
My first instinct was to cry over that memory - but I feel justified now. It wasn't all my fault: (My husband AND my mother-in-law told me to listen to the doctor, so I did.)
Life is so funny with its little twists and turns and recalls of memory. lolol