Isn't that part of being an in-law?

Oh yeah. *shakes head*

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There was just something on NPR today about rats being less stressed by electrical shock when they thought they were controlling how strong that shock would be.

ETA to add what I was responding to.

I hadn't heard that, but it makes sense, you know? Fear is such a big part of pain - the dental convos today totally illustrate that. And with the morphine study, too, once you take the fear away, people can deal so much better. It's not just onset pain, though that's a big factor, treating it before it becomes acute. But people who know they have the power to administer the meds don't ask for more than they need prophylactically.

And in my own experience with back pain, once I figured out what (mostly) worked, I freaked out a lot less when I could feel it coming on.

Or something.

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Heh. With my finger pain, which I can now quantify as spraining and respraining, the knowledge makes it worse and I refuse to tweak it myself. It will stay untweaked, even if it needs it, until I can get back to CA and have someone I trusts (and who trusts my feedback on MY OWN FUCKING PAIN) to do it.

I don't want to fear pain, but now that my brain is saying "you're spraining it ON PURPOSE" I am blocked from going there. I hate to have to admit it, but it won.

I don't want to have two chronic pains either. They feedback to each other sometimes, and the finger makes the migraine worse. Bah. I hope the acute phase ends soon.

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How inhospitable, really. [link] Jet with Tony Blair on board overshoots runway coming in to Miami. Ooops.

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They feedback to each other sometimes, and the finger makes the migraine worse. Bah. I hope the acute phase ends soon.

Oh, that sucks, ita. I've been reading along, hoping you'd find it was the opposite.

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I thought I had a really good grasp on pain and what I could deal with well after the long labor I had with Owen (before they let me have the stinkin' epidural). That was until I developed the herniated disc with the lovely chronic back pain. It's one thing to know there's a finish line to the pain. It's another to look down the road and not know if there is an end to it.

I've learned to be more stoic about it because all I'd be doing is complaining--which I don't want to do. But fuck me, it sucks.

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Okay, I know I'm sappy (and drunker than I ought to be at this time of night) but I keep hearing dog tags in the hallway and missing my girl.

(Um, to clarify, those are actual dog tags clanging as neighbor dogs go in and out for walks - I'm not that far gone that I'm imagining them. Though after talking about my mom, and with the thing with my sis this weekend - eh, it's making me weepy, so I guess I'm far enough. I want my girl back.)

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But fuck me, it sucks.

I've blathered on quite a bit about pain, but Cashmere has just summed it up quite tidily.

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That was until I developed the herniated disc with the lovely chronic back pain. It's one thing to know there's a finish line to the pain. It's another to look down the road and not know if there is an end to it.

Oh yes, that exactly. I've always been kind of a stoic - I have a very high tolerance (judging from my dentist's reaction, if nothing else), I can handle sharp, hard pain. The ongoing, no end in sight thing, no matter how even if it's not as intense (or god forbid, if it is)? I never got that before, and it's as close a definition of hell as I can get.

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I don't tell you so, ita, but I think about you, and worry about you every single day. Sometimes I'm furious that there's nothing that can be done, like, where is Dr. House with the magical cure in act four? Mostly I just worry.

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