Andres - "No, as far as that person don't rely on these phenomena to make decisions about his/her health" ...

A few years ago, I had an accident.
I slipped on ice that was hidden under snow, came down on my knee,my other knee, and then my hands.
I tried to get up, and my knee felt like it slid inside the socket.
The people who had given me a ride home had driven off already. I was 25 feet from the door. I walked in pain to the door, opened it, got inside, and fainted in the hallway.
By the time I came to, my leg was swollen. A friend who was staying at our house helped me up the stairs to my room and got my mother.
(I have a revulsion to hospitals, and I refuse to go to them. This may be irrational, but I don't care, it is a part of who I am. That story is too long to tell here. Just bear with me, please.)
My mother said she would go get me an aspirin, and I barked at her, "NO!"
She was very startled, understandably, and tried to get me to take an aspirin and go to the hospital. I refused both, said that I was fine, it was only a torn cartilege and then said that I would take an acetominophen in order to sleep. I would miss school the next day, and would go back the following day.

People at school tried to argue me into seeing a doctor, and I refused. I wrapped my leg in bandages, and walked. At first, my leg was bent at about 100 degrees, and wouldn't straighten without hurting badly, but slowly it straightened out.
Now (about five years later, which is normal for this type of wound,) it only twinges a bit in rain, snow, or very high humidity.

Three years or so after the accident, I went to see a doctor about it. It was torn cartilege, nothing more, and aspirin would have inflamed the wound. Acetominophen was fine.

How did I know the name of my wound, the treatment that did in fact work for it, and that aspirin would have been dangerous?
Something in me knew.
I don't know how.

hesperis