Up until a couple of years ago, I was not a regular visitor to the doctor.
In fact, you could say I virtually never went to see a GP.
But turning 50 seemed to put an end to that.
As you get older, the body starts to malfunction (for want of a better word), and such trips become somewhat unavoidable.
There is certainly nothing wrong with going to the doctor and, quite honestly, my GP is a fabulous bloke who loves a chat and always makes you feel at ease.
So at this stage, I’m pretty happy that I’m only on limited medication and get to catch up with him every few months or so.
Now, just when I thought things were running along hunky dory, all of a sudden I started getting toothaches.
Again, I’ve never had any trouble with my teeth, yet it would seem time is certainly