Yes, that.
The only doctors I’ve seen since leaving my mother’s care are obstetricians for pregnancies (and I had two or three Paps done at Planned Parenthood sometime in the last 10 years.) In that time, I’ve had the following that I would have insisted anyone under my care go to see the doctor for:
[ul]Sprained (or broken, maybe) ankle. Eh, ice, elevate, take it easy, right?[/ul]
[ul]Persistent cough lasting 2+ weeks. Many times. Prob’ly bronchitis, but eh, it’s a cough, I’ll survive.[/ul]
[ul]Clinical depression (or, at least, I felt like I did back in the day when I was seeing a doctor and diagnosed properly with it). Eh, I feel sad. Boo-hoo, life sucks anyway. (This is only mostly a joke; I think the cruelest symptom of depression is how hard it makes it to seek help. But eventually, after a few years, I got better without treatment.)[/ul]
[ul]Vaginal (labial, actually) cysts - the girly equivalent of Cervaise’s nutsack issue. Eh, they swell, they hurt, they burst, they bleed, life goes on.[/ul]
[ul]Two miscarriages. Yeah, yeah, I should have seen someone to make sure the “contents” evacuated properly. Figured if it wasn’t smelly and didn’t hurt, it wasn’t infected.[/ul]
Mostly, though, I feel like I have a pretty good sense of what healthy is - or at least, “healthy enough” for a doctor to not be interested in me. I have a lot of alt medicine and herbal training, as well, which makes me more likely to try, say, an herbal compress for those cysts instead of home surgery. Philisophically, I feel like I’m responsible for my own health care, and when I get in over my head (which only I am allowed to define), then I’ll seek help - but usually that’s help from my acupuncturist/herbalist friends, before an MD. They’re free, you see.
Honestly, the depression is the only one I regret not getting treatment for. I hid that one too well, even from myself.