A few months ago 38 year old me came up with the great idea to finally do it: I made an appointment for a yearly checkup with my doctor. She was my doctor since forever. But we rarely ever met each other. The main reason for it is, that I am one of those, who only go to a doctor, or visit a hospital when my body really shows me he middle finger. When I am either bleeding out of some hole in my body or when I am so sick, that it was nothing but a near death experience and only professional care could fix me up again.
But not this time. It was out and about to get a preventive examination. So I called in my doctors office. Fortunately they remembered my name. They said that I am lucky, and that they had an open spot in about a week. I said yes, I have time. I cleared my schedule to make it to the appointment. And there I was, one week later, sitting in the waiting room, waiting for the nurse to call me in.