Weirdly, I'm not remotely adverse to seeking medical help - I turned 52 in June and as is my habit, I've got five separate doc appointment in about five weeks - some are annual, others are not, five is more than normal. But it's an example that with me, it's not really about 'toughing it out' and more of my body doesn't communicate with my brain like most people's do. It dos mean that I don't generally have the aches and pains most active people my age do, but I couldn't count the number of times I've literally injured myself and had no idea.It's a blessing and a curse.
A few years back I finally went to the dr. because I was feeling light headed with exertion. Turns out my hemoglobin was in the mid 5s (threshold for anemia in adult males is usually 11 or 12). Dr. wasn't sure how I was walking around, much less riding a bike to the appointment. I just kept convincing myself the bleeding issue was but a scratch. The phone conversation when the bloodwork came back went like:
"I need you to go to the ER immediately."
"Are you serious?"
"Completely."
There's a threshold where "tough" suddenly becomes "ridiculous."
Edit: Or: the threshold is where you realize that you are being ridiculous.
So yeah, blessing and curse, I agree.