I certainly do!! I had, and knew I had, a broken ankle for 30 years before DH went in to the examining room with me and looked big and mean at the doctor (who was probably #40 in the long line of folks who did not listen to me. That one had not listened previously) It was amazing to him that when he Xrayed where I said it was broken, the shreds of broken bone actually showed up. After 2 surgeries, my pain level went down remarkably, but by then I'd been pressured into an early retirement.
Quilting is SO much more fun than dealing with an unfriendly administration.