It’s mad how one event can change your whole outlook on life. I’ve always been ‘carefree’, according to some. Stupid, maybe to others. I guess I’ve never really worried about the things other people seem to worry about. Maybe I never really absorbed why people are concerned with the things they worry about. Or perhaps I thought I was invincible. Whatever it was, an old family member died the other day. I say old, but he wasn’t old old – maybe n his forties, approaching fifty. It turned out he had some illness or other, and that was it. And for some reason, it really hit me – anything can happen.

But I don’t like worrying and I don’t like stressing. So I took up my mum’s private medical insurance instead.  I used to think it was just some anal extravagance of hers but I am so chuffed with this deal. Because I actually avoid going to the doctor, even if I know I need to get something checked – purely because when I think of doctors, I think of queues. To be honest, I’m not even sure if this is true anymore, it’s been that long since I actually went. But the idea of being able to see someone as soon as I need to, should an emergency arise, just because I have private medical insurance, is good enough for me. And me being the fit fanatic adrenalin junkie that I am, found it amazing that they give you all these extra health benefits like gym vouchers. Should listen to my mum more!

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