What if I was hit by a bus and died instantly? All of that money paid on premiums would have been for naught and could have been better spent on women and whiskey.
The fact was even at thirty, I had been to the doctor all of two times in the previous 12 - 15 years-- all in my college years. Once with mono ( I was going to school full time and working two shifts (second and third shifts). I believe it was from a girl I stole from an acquaintance or her roommate, a girl I knew from primary school) and once due to strep throat in my first semester in the dorms (I think it would have been my sophomore year. It was nothing but linoleum, cinderblock walls and a military cot. The windows were drafty, so we drank to stay warm-- even when it was hot outside. I was also trying to love two women then too. Perhaps the pleasure wasn't worth the strain?).
I will say that the best most vivid hallucinations I ever had were from the fever I had from that bout of strep fever. It was right before Thanksgiving Break and I was going to go back home the next day. One of the girls wanted to go down to the creek before I left. I remember having crazy chills, so I sipped on my pint of Fighting Cock Bourbon and got closer to the fire. Just kept staring into the fire.... and then BAM they hit. The next day back home, I relented to my mother and called the doctor. A double dose penicillin shot and it was all over.
I now have good insurance, as I knew the odds against me grew more unfavorable with each passing year. Even still, I have not been to the doctor since the incidents mentioned above. Part of me feels it is a waste of money --- but the body isn't as young as it used to be. I do, however, know that I am very fortunate to be healthy of body (the parts of which I am conscious of).