Top three things I hate: 3. Avocados (You can shut up right now; I know they're the most amazing thing your tongue has ever touched (sad for you), but I hate them. That texture is untenable.) 2. Putting my kid in timeout (Growing a good human is tough!) 1. Going to the doctor I'm sure this isn't the first time I've written about being a doctor hater; but I have to beat this dead horse if I'm going to tell this story. And you want me to tell this story because I'm pretty sure it's funny. It also has a surprise ending in which you'll find out (spoiler alert!) I have a tumor in my face , so you don't want to miss this. There's a boatload (a vessel named the C-Ward!) of valid reasons for women to hate going to doctors; but I'm going to let that dead horse lie for the sake of this narrative. My current doctor, whose name happens to be Erik, is a lovely fellow who doesn't seem to think any health issues I have are due to a w