Pain threshold is one of those interesting dilemmas -- pain is one of the best warning systems we have, that when it works as it should it tells us "stop doing that" so you ignore it at your peril -- unless it's set way too low so that you're a princess with a pea under the mattresses.
There's a guy at work who was telling me proudly how quickly he was back on his feet after major surgery (they said weeks, he took hours), and then telling me how quickly he was back in for more foot surgery, and I couldn't but wonder--if he'd stayed down the first time, would he have had to have a second time?
In general, I ask the doctors if it's warning pain or "just for the hell of it" pain. So my ortho says now is "work through it" time, I work through. I will let him interpret. I do not afford the same to neuro or pain doc in regards to borkups like cervical facet syndrome or the frickfracking migraine.
And since she colors her hair its not obvious that something might be weird.
How much red is enough red? The coincidence between the transmission of faint ginger and migraines coming through the same familial pipes amuses me a bit.
I was introduced to pain doctors when I injured my knee in MI. The guy's face lit up when he did my general workup, when he saw some of the non-negative crossed wires I got going on. I felt like he might need to be restrained from fixing that wasn't broke, just to see if he could.
Nurse S came and went. There was some resistance to how we do what we do, but in the end,she mostly came out of it the same. I am not sure why the two other nurses leave me more nauseous with their administration of the last med, though.
there is a red head pain weirdness thing? WHOA
(/keanu)
.Oh god, apple butter. No way that's a failure. MMMM.
I made apple butter a couple of years ago and had it simmering on the stove for hours on super low temperature. So low that when I glanced at it to make sure it was off before going to bed - it wasn't.
When I woke up the next morning the house smelled awesome! And the cast iron pot had a half inch think layer of apple so hard candied that nothing I tried could soften it or pry it loose. Boiled for hours. Boiled with vinegar for hours. Chipped at it with a chef's knife. It was like fragrant titanium. Eventually had to throw out the pot.
That said, above the cement layer was some awesome apple butter. Even at the cement level there was no hint of burned to it.
Really? I'm a redhead, and I've been told I have a high pain tolerance. I never know if it's low pain or love of drama when people I know scream and break down in tears over a stubbed toe (that didn't turn out to be broken or something like that). Hubby is notorious for ignoring pain, to the point that broken bones get ignored. He went in for torso pain and was told "Well, you've got six cracked ribs, that might be the cause of it." So he's not allows to shape curved armor pieces against his chest any more.
There's a guy at work who was telling me proudly how quickly he was back on his feet after major surgery (they said weeks, he took hours), and then telling me how quickly he was back in for more foot surgery, and I couldn't but wonder--if he'd stayed down the first time, would he have had to have a second time?
That's like being proud of your height. Crazy.
How much red is enough red? The coincidence between the transmission of faint ginger and migraines coming through the same familial pipes amuses me a bit.
From what I've read, more likely if you're redhaired, still possible if you just carry the gene.
I finally got a ripe orange off the non-navel tree! I am pretty sure the rest of the fruit on that tree came in significantly later, so I'm not going to do a major gather just yet, but it is still an exciting milestone! I have been watching these oranges since April. Clearly, I do not grok their seasonality.
My sprained ankle seems to be doing awesome, even if I can't get past the swelling over the actual injury site. The bitch is the swelling on the top of my foot, which high water pressure in the shower beats at like a bitch. I almost have full articulation, and the walking seems to keep my toes from chubbing up, but damn, the top of my foot...
Oh, I stand corrected -- she took a Tylenol for a wisdom tooth removal.
My dad refused pain meds the day after his back surgery, and is only taking pain meds at night now that he's home. But the herniated disk had affected his right leg, and it was so painful, that now that it's not, I guess the incision site seems like small potatoes? I don't know. I've called dibs on whatever Percoset he doesn't use, for emergencies.
When I was having really bad back pain, I snagged a few of my dad's percoset and oxy-somethings. Both of which made me feel crappy as hell while barely affecting the back pain.
For me, the solution ended up being whisky and large amounts of dollar store aspirin, alone or in combination. And maybe a heat pad.
Point being, you don't know what will work, and controlled narcotics aren't always the most effective. But you should have the freedom to find that out for sure.
