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.
My husband thinks that no matter how sick you are if you get out of bed, take a shower and go to work, you are cured.