Yesterday morning, after we got to work, my little mama went to shut the (sliding) van door after getting out her bag...and shut the door on her hand. There was blood, there was horror, and there was a little mama saying she would be fine once we (I) bandaged her up. Now, my mama is my mama. She's in her sixties AND OUGHT TO KNOW WHEN TO GO TO THE DOCTOR AND WHEN SHE IS FINE. So I bandaged her up (4 cuts on 2 fingers, one pretty deep), all the while asking if she was sure we didn't need to go to the doctor. Guess where we went 7 hours later? To the doctor's office in our home town, where we waited. She had eventually realized she would need a tetanus shot, and that one cut might "need a stitch or two". Turns out, after all that time, stitches aren't really an option anymore. She got her shot, a round of antibiotic pills, and two fingers bandaged up like two puffy marshmallows. Moral of the story: Your parents want to go to the doctor about as much as children do. So you'll just have to make them, by invoking how stubborn and annoying it is when THEIR parents do the same thing.