Going to the Doctor

Look, here is another one that is actually about medicine... kind of. I think it is kind of weird that I want to be a doctor but absolutely despise going to the doctor. I usually wait until I am so sick that my mother forces me to go with some kind of threat like "you are not riding untill you go get some anitbiotics". So I suck it up and go to the little emergency clinic and find out that not only do I need antibiotics but steroids and cortizone because my cold has turned into a sinus infection and ear infection. I also refuse to go to the doctor for injuries. Of all the times I have fallen off my horse and landed on the hard ground or solid jumps, I have never gone to the doctor for an injury and I have never fallen off without getting back on and finishing my ride. Three years ago my crazy ex racehorse reared and I fell off and landed on my lower back. This was the first time I didn't jump right up and run after my horse. I didn't stay down long because I heard my Dad yelling for me to get up before my horse trampled me. So I got up but couldn't seem to move my legs because they were shaking so bad. While my parents caught my horse I composed myself and decided to work the horse on a line so that we could both settle down for a few minutes. Then I got back on him and went back to work and I didn't realize until I was walking him out that my tailbone and back really hurt. I blew it off as having bruised my tailbone and went back to riding 3 days later. I now realize after 3 years of having a sore back and not being able to sit still in a chair for very long that it was probably more than a bruise and I probably should have gone to the doctor.