My boss is missing and we have a meeting in 8 that I have no agenda for. ::flail::

I have discovered that my favourite conversational phrase with him is "Already done." My target is once a day, and I'm...already done.

Wow. I cannot remember anything in krav or most of my martial arts hurting particularly badly. Like, getting hit hard enough to see stars isn't fun, as isn't getting a foot lodged up your vulva or a bruise re-opened for the n+1th time, but aside from the knee injury I got training for a karate tournament (yes, exactly--when have you ever heard me talk about karate or tournaments) which ended up lasting years until a psycho PT got ahold of it, it was merely unpleasant and didn't crest past a five.

I'd say I have a pretty high pain tolerance. My personal 10 was the ruptured ovarian cyst, which superseded the staph infection in my knee that caused my leg to swell to twice its normal size. Knee surgery was way up there. My three months on a chemo called Taxol consisted of one week out of every three spent in a painkiller haze, wandering up and down the hall because that was less painful than lying down. I met a woman once whose Taxol bone pain didn't slack off between treatments, which was one of the more horrifying things I ever heard. The bone mets are no picnic, but the treatments have taken the pain down nagging discomfort and I do have the good drugs.

I don't think any of this compares with ita's dealing with month after month of pain. Pain wears you down.

you should recontact psycho PT about your shoulders, no?

as isn't getting a foot lodged up your vulva

I'm sorry. What. The. Fuck?

My brain cam to a screaming halt at that.

you should recontact psycho PT about your shoulders, no?

Nope. a) he was the asshole who breached HiPAA in a way I have not remotely forgiven, and b) when he did start trying to work on my headaches it was clear he was a heavy lifting guy, and I ended up taking sick days after his treatments and not making any improvement.

I'm sorry. What. The. Fuck?

I'm sorry! Hyperbole for "being kicked in the nads can hurt us too." All that "down there" bruising is fun times. One of my regular partners (not like that, clearly) had an OB/GYN appointment with such bruising, and almost had the cops called.

Nope. a) he was the asshole who breached HiPAA in a way I have not remotely forgiven, and b) when he did start trying to work on my headaches it was clear he was a heavy lifting guy, and I ended up taking sick days after his treatments and not making any improvement.

Also, he moved to Austin last year.

Also, he moved to Austin last year.

Yes! Now I can delete his contact information (I have a completeness compulsion). It's way too close to Colin Ferguson and I'm always wondering if I'd send him something by mistake.

(Why does my boss keep saying 99.9% of our field uses iPads? It's clearly not true. It's probably not even the right percentage of the tablet users, but certainly not of the field as a whole.)

Ah, remembered another 10 on the pain scale. When I was 4 I had urinary tract problems and before the actual surgeons corrected them my family's gp widened my urethra by snipping down through the frenulum with a pair of scissors and no anaesthetic. I remember screaming and uncontrollably peeing blood after my parents got me home, and suspect I passed out from the pain at the doctor's office since I have no memory of the time from the procedure until I was at home afterward.

I don't like pain. There, I said it.

I don't like pain either. and I have no compulsion about rounding up when I have to talk to a doctor about it.