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It was pretty much that at the time plus I was on a bit of a drinking binge.

I don't have any fear - it was a case of couldn't be bothered to go to the doctor/hospital.

I wonder if it's a generational thing. Wild Horses wouldn't get me to a hospital let alone going to the GP. I walked around with a broken fibula for three weeks before my sister on seeing me with an "elephant's ankle" suggested I get it looked at. I was hesitant but reluctantly went and even...