LOL, the reason the blue-collar workers seek care is because they are often in pain because of their hard physical labor.
OTH, my husband doesn’t go unless he really thinks it will prevent him from dying. He one time had at least 3 broken ribs (I could feel them), he was bruised blue-black from the top of his chest to the middle of his abdomen and from the top of his shoulders to the middle of his buttocks. He couldn’t walk on his ankle and he had a sprained wrist. Who knows what x-rays would have showed or what internal damage there might have been, but he wouldn’t go to the doctor.
I can’t go to the doctor; every time I do they try to lock me up.
LOL, tiki! I am married to one of those, too.
The docs tell me that it is the wives who call and make the appointment and then the staggering wreck insists on driving himself to the hospital and will only take his meds if coaxed or frightened sufficiently.
I didn’t tell the doctor that it took me three days to get my husband to let me call him. It was a case of kidney stones, once and a savage ear infection that burst an ear drum, another time. He did decide on his own to go to the ER
when he stuck a jeweler’s saw blade through his finger, but the broken toe? Nope. He suffered and it healed and that was that.
I am convinced it is about a belief that if one ignores such things, one can also ignore mortality. I also think nightlight7 has a point about control.