What would it take for you to give in?

A couple of days ago,
Tracy rushed me to the hospital,
because I just couldn’t tolerate the pain on my back anymore.

It was kind of embarrassing,
because we were out in public,
and there I was, in pure agony.

It felt like something was going to snap,
as I try my best to walk.

Not good.

But I still insisted on not going to the Emergency,
since it really is no secret how I feel about
these arrogant, pompous jackholes,
who call themselves Doctors.

Just because they went to school longer than you,
and they were given power by the government to give you drugs.
which just technically make them “Drug Dealers” in white jackets,
They think that they are Gods.

Gods my Ass!

So anyway,
as Tracy and I argue about going to the emergency,
I was determined to stick to my guns, and not go.

She said,
“So you’re just going to suffer there?”

“Yes!”
I said swiftly.

“Just because you don’t want to see a Doctor,
you will just live with the pain?”
As she gives me “the look“.

“Oh yeah!” I said. As I try to avoid “the look“.

“Even though there’s a big possibility about your nerves being damaged.”
She added.

“Yup!” I still remain.

She said,
“You know the nerves down to your leg, controls your bowel movement.
And if the nerve is damaged,
you might lose control of your poop and pee.”

(Silence)

“I’ll get the car keys. You drive.”

I hate it when my woman wins!

So what’s your breaking point?