I sprained my ankle a few days ago and have been RICEing ever since. Well, that’s not quite true—the ice and compression only lasted for a day, but I am all about the rest and elevation.
The point is that I think it’s pretty amazing how they body heals itself. I mean, sometimes things don’t quite end up the way they were, but it eventually knits everything back together in some semblance of its original state.
This one time when Stephan and my dad and I climbed Scafell Pike, Stephan got to fulfill his lifelong dream of leaving me behind and going at his own pace, since my dad was there to keep me company. So he basically ran back down, carrying his fancy camera.
And I couldn’t help but think that if he were destined to fall and break something, it would almost be better if it were something like, say, one of his lesser-used fingers rather than his camera, because the camera would have to be replaced at the cost of multiple dollars, whereas his finger would fix itself. More or less. Obviously, I wouldn’t want him to be hurt, but knowing how much he both likes that camera and doesn’t like spending money, he’d probably agree with me.
At any rate, pop quiz:
Does this make me a bad person?
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No, I don’t think that “this” makes you a bad person (just my opinion). There is, however, a category of sick people who often choose discomfort and sometimes even pain in trade for $£. You need to avoid socializing with these types or you might also catch this sickness. “Bad” becomes the extreme case after “sick”.
I don’t think I would have come up with your dad’s answer on my own, but I think I have to agree that you need to avoid socializing with sickos. But, I don’t think you’re a bad person and can’t imagine you catching such an illness. Plus, my brother broke a lesser used finger once and it did indeed heal on its own.