Five years ago I had chest pain, I thought it was a strained pectoral muscle. It wasn’t until a friend asked my plans for the evening, and I commented I was wondering when I should call a doctor about the pain, and they told me “go to the hospital now” that I went. I was having a heart attack. So yeah. Americans avoid the doctor like crazy because you can either pay an insane amount of money to be told “take an ibuprofen and get some sleep,” or to be told you’re going to be spending a truly astronomical sum because you have twelve kinds of cancer. It’s lose-lose.