When I got bit by a chipmunk this summer the chances of it having rabies was pretty low... So I had an existential day where I was comparing the unknown price of treatment with the <1% risk of just dying.
And because my COUSIN was the only person who was like "UHH GO TO THE ER" (parents over text was like "you'll probably be fine"), I did go and got my series of shots.
My immediate family not pushing me to go feels like foreshadowing.