Back in May, my family had just moved to a new state due to a new job my dad got. It was a tough decision for a 19 year old to make – I could go with them and leave all my friends behind, or stay put and try to scrape by with the $350 I had in a savings account. Since I didn’t have a job at the time (I had just completed my first year of college), I decided to move with my family. I had stayed in the same small town my entire life, so this move was a huge change for me – a new college, new friends, and as it turns out, a new doctor.
My mom had been bugging me for a while to get an annual physical done, since it was fully paid for by my parents’ insurance, plus I needed it before I left for mission camp (something most people I’ve talked to haven’t heard of before – not church affiliated, but we did community service projects the next state over).