Same here, the limb basically has to be handing by a thread of skin for me to go to the doctor. What's he gonna tell me? You have a sprained ankle/wrist/thumb. WOW! I could have figured that out.
Hell, it took my wife 15 years to convince me to see the Dr. about my depression. "Doctor? DOCTOR? I don't need no stinkin' doctor!"
Even with the kids we don't rush them off. Split head? Well, okay, I don't sew so well and neither does the wife, so we'll take them for that. Colds and other such nagging illnesses are left to run their own course. No sense in over medicating them.
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